Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
POLISH your MIND to reflect the shimmering BEAUTY of your WORDS and ACTIONS.
We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime - if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more - was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.
Our power lies in our small daily choices, one after another, to create eternal ripples of a life well lived.
Happiness gives you the freedom to enhance your ability to achieve success. Your choices in life are a direct reflection of your level of happiness. It's the sunshine for your soul that you need in order to grow
There's no shame compared to being beautiful with nothing in your brain, an ugly devil with wits is much better that the former.
You dive deeper, you strip away the cleverness and the words become more important than your ego and that's when you know it's real, when it's good.
We create in people through our actions and example. In this way people around us become reflections of our own behavioral patterns and internal energies
Words, one may argue, are such a drag, useless - don't think it too much, just do it. And no - I agree - over-thinking is a curse, but it is without words when I over-think, when I over-burn neurons. With words, things find their place. I've said this to myself a million times.
In the shade of words sits life itself.
Wisdom is not counted in grammers, niether in fluency, but vividly shown in mannerism.
I write romance and passion to savour love twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
I write about romance and passion to savour love twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
Attitudes are like mirrors, they reflect towards anyone that's looking.
An idea is like a spark to creativity, which turns to a wild conflagration of thoughts, burning every ignorance. When the fire burns, the creative power is awake, and comes out to join the ideas in your head to bring out the hidden valuables the world never knew
Well, enough of this introspection. It’s depressing, quite frankly.
Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful.
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?
It takes a certain ingenuous faith - but I have it - to believe that people who read and reflect more likely than not come to judge things with liberality and truth.
We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts.
Beyond the noise-
in between the space of ego + my sacred self;I’ve learned to trust the voice of my soul.
There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.
This Self is never born, nor does It die. It did not spring from anything, nor did anything spring from It. This Ancient One is unborn, eternal, everlasting. It is not slain even though the body is slain.
Blessed are the doubters: for they shall not be easily fooled.
Each person you meet
is an aspect of yourself,
clamoring for love.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Because you’re a creation of God, you reflect the Divine qualities of creativity, wisdom, and love.
He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.
Wisdom comes from reflection.
Good luck' is like the shadow of a tree, for some time it gives comfort to a traveler but it doesn't go ahead with a traveler.
You should always be ready to apply these two rules of action, the first, to do nothing other than what the kingly and law-making art ordains for the benefits of humankind, and, the second, to be prepared to change your mind if someone is at hand to put you right and guide you away from some groundless opinion.
My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That world affords or grows by kind.
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
They may throw sticks, stones, or bricks, but nothing they do will hurt you. You are protected by God. He is forever got you covered and the enemy is defeated. Their hatred towards you is a reflection of the evilness on their inside which is slowly destroying them. A person like that must deal with the matters of their heart.
I could see it on the faces of people as they passed. I would smile to share my joy, but it was AS IF I upset them with my happiness. In Confusion they would reply with a negative remark. Hoping it would spark a new chain of negative thoughts in me bringing me down to their level misery.
Cyrano: The leaves-
Roxane: What color-Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.
Cyrano: Yes-they know how to die. A little way
From the branch to the earth, a little fear
Of mingling with the common dust-and yet
They go down gracefully-a fall that seems
Like flying!
Today, I challenge you to pay it forward. You don't need to save a village - only one lost soul. Be the reflection of Christ and shine His light. The cost is little, but the reward is rich.
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!
Behind a life of influence you will find a masterful storyteller.
We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.
Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.
If not in the moment, where do you propose to live?
He who does not see the light in others does not see the light in himself.
Look yourself in the eyes in a mirror each day. You can ignore the small voice still inside you, but your reflection will always have something to say.
People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.
Ir à lua e voltar não é tão desafiador quanto retornar à terra e ter de lidar com a humanidade.
Your friends are a reflection of you.
If every library is in some sense a reflection of its readers, it is also an image of that which we are not, and cannot be.
Success depends on our choice of deployment (in terms of both quantity and/ or Quality) of the 86400 spells (Hindi- Pal) available each day for reflection, correction, and improvement,towards the journey for perfection.
The point of criticism is to build you as a leader and a dimension to reflect.
Our value is mirrored back to us through success only when we share the treasure we already are.
All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.
Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.
Time passes: yesterday has gone for ever but tomorrow never comes. Let's make the most of today.
Maybe every once in a while we can take a break from doing everything faster and quicker to reflect on who we are and where we are going.
From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.
MOTHER TIME: Every New Year is the same. Every day, every second is too for that matter. But when we deliver them in secret, when another year just begins as a matter of fact, it's easy to fail to appreciate what a miracle it is to have more time. So, I suppose, it feels different right now because this time you're paying attention
Your attitude toward others, work, and your daily life is a reflection of your attitude toward God.
Anger is the mirror image of fear. It begins as fear, and is expressed outwardly as anger.
Outrage is easy, cheap, and oversold. The nation needs less anger and more thoughtful reflection, less shouting and more listening, less dissembling and more honesty.
As ever, books remained a medium through which Theodore and Edith connected and interpreted larger world.
I have built a city from the books I've read. A good book sings a a timeless music that is heard in the choir lofts, and balconies, and theaters that thrived within that secret city inside me.
When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
To every soul you encounter, be a mirror, which reflects only their beauty.
Today, find a point of stillness: brief, but precious slight, but full small, but luminously real. Find a point stillness in the balance of all things between the breathing out and breathing in.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
And here's the surprising truth: As you gaze at yourself in the mirror held by another, you will see far more than your flaws. You also will see the beauty that is uniquely you; beauty that others see clearly and you may hardly know exists. That is also part of the truth about you.
A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold
And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.
To deepen my connection with what is real, lasting + true; I close my eyes + see through the lens of my heart.
My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.
I'm Tiny And My Reach Is Limited. I Can Give YOU Only What I Have And Surely When I Give, I Don't Keep Anything For Me. To YOU, It's Nothing Probably As YOU've Got Everything. My Everything Would Be Unnoticed. It Seems Like "A Rain Drop To The Ocean".... (From The Romantic Story "Reflection of The Rainbow")....
That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real.” Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. “Real love, real friends, real body parts…
I’d like to have enough time and quiet
To think about absolutely nothing,
To not ever feel myself living,
To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.
Experiential reality is a pure reflection of your own state of being. You see what you believe. It is that simple.
In the spirit realm, whatever is said becomes a reality, then, it can be same in the abode of the living, for powerful species, to say whatever they like for an immediate manifestation, it is the law in the astral planes, and we don't care about the destination of the acting forces.
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
We think we've seen it all before, we think we know it all by heart.
Go look in the mirror and have a talk with your real boss
In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.
Siddhartha considered the ways of the demon, and in that moment he struck.
Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror."
I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves.
Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.
Without archives many stories of real people would be lost, and along with those stories, vital clues that allow us to reflect and interpret our lives today.
The bride waits here," she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. "This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will love. If it's right, Eddie, this can be such a wonderful moment.
...real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.
People who are hard on others are usually very hard on themselves, and the pain they inflict on others is a reflection of the pain they inflict on themselves.
Crisis is what suppressed pain looks like; it always comes to the surface. It shakes you into reflection and healing.
Low-grade pain can be so rooted in your being that the pain begins to look like you, and you begin to look like the pain - it becomes your identity.
You need to be able to find hope in your circumstances. We need it for ourselves and our children. Laurie and I both believe that when we reflect on all that we have and all that we love and all that we are thankful for, we feel that hope and that peace. We feel God keeping us buoyed up. We are able to face the challenges.
Choose your friends carefully. They are a reflection of you.
[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.
I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.
For God’s sake, let us be men
not monkeys minding machines
or sitting with our tails curled
while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone.
Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.
E se a minha vida não fôr mais do que um processo de materialização, através do qual eu dou forma a imagens latentes que vivem adormecidas em mim?
Well, it's a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don't weaken.
My head phones always allow me to listen to myself
There are always two voices in our heads, the good and the bad. The tricky part is to figure out which one of them is doing the talking.
If I could only teach you one thing about the world, it would be to Appreciate and be as present as possible in every moment. Take everything in and try and learn from it. No matter how tangled things get, there is always a lesson to be learned in the untangling of those things.
For a moment, frustration clouded his features. He inhaled deeply, and the clouds went away. “I miss people, you know? I miss actually living. I want to have a purpose in my life, but I don't. I'm just existing, and I don't know how long I can continue it.
We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.