Quotes about Reflection
The measure of a sermon is not whether it affirms what you already believe. A sermon is not a product to be consumed and then evaluated according to how good it was or whether it was pleasing or enjoyable.
— Rob Bell
If a sermon can be resolved in the time it took to deliver it, then it missed something central to what a sermon even is, which is connected with what the Eucharist is.
— Rob Bell
When you do crash and burn, ask yourself lots of questions about whatever it is that happened: What can you learn here? How will you see things differently moving forward? Why did I do that? leads to, What have I learned? leads to, How will I do it differently in the future?
— Rob Bell
I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
— Robert Frost
Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.
— Robert Frost
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
— Robert Frost
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
— Robert Frost
They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.
— Robert Frost
So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.
— Robert Frost
No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.
— Robert Frost
A Late Walk - A Tree beside the wall stands bare, But a leaf that lingered brown, Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought, comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower to carry again to you.
— Robert Frost
But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.
— Robert Frost