Quotes about Reflection

I hoped the memory of that morning would never leave me. Sunlight was itself still young, and the day had none of the insistence maturity would bring it in a few hours. In my robe and barefoot in the backyard, under cover of going to see about my new beans, I gave myself up to the gentle warmth and thanked God that no matter what evil I had done in my life He had allowed me to live to see this day.

she'd find a hidden meaning in every pair of pants, then hurry home to be alone and write about romance

The only thing you own is your story. Make sure it's a good one.

Jon, larger and more gentle, moved slowly, spoke seldom and seemed to have burdened with the responsibility of pondering the world's imponderables.

Human beings are like some plants. If we pause a few seconds in our journey, we begin setting down roots, tendrils that entangle other people as we ourselves are entangled.

We had expected three cots in our room, but found one large lumpy bed, a very worn carpet and a single overhead light. "You mean this is what these people got out of their revolution?" Martha daintily picked her way around the room. "Someone should tell them that they're about due for another." She wrinkled her pretty face in distaste. Ethel

Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn't know before you learned it.

But as the Revered droned on and on and on to a God who I thought must be bored to hear the same things over and over again, I saw that the ham grease had turned white on the tomatoes.

I couldn't decide on any move, so I recited a few Bible verses, and went home.

History, despite its wrenching pain, Cannot be unlived, but if faced With courage, need not be lived again.

In a Time In a time of secret wooing Today prepares tomorrow's ruin Left knows not what right is doing My heart is torn asunder. In a time of furtive sighs Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes Half-truths told and entire lies My conscience echoes thunder. In a time when kingdoms come Joy is brief as summer's fun Happiness, its race has run Then pain stalks in to plunder.

A lack of courage allows us to remain blinded to our own history and deaf to the cries of our past.