Quotes about Reflection

There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven't time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else's story, we come to understand our own.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

Often what we see clearest in others is what we most avoid seeing in ourselves.

Joy isn't the natural response to blessings - joy is what comes from acknowledging them.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

I am grateful for the Christmases of my life

It seems a long time since I remembered all I have to be grateful for. Perhaps that's why it's been such a long time since I've been really happy.

There is not only more to each soul's journey than we imagine, usually there is more than we can imagine.

The Golden Rule is a two-edged sword. If some of us treated others as we treat ourselves, we would be jailed.

For the third time since I began, my walk has been delayed. In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions---but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey. No matter how much I, or the rest of humanity wishes otherwise, life is not lived in smooth, downhill expressways, but in the obscure, perilous trails and rocky back roads of life where we stumble and feel our way through the fog of the unknown.