Crisis is what suppressed pain looks like; it always comes to the surface. It shakes you into reflection and healing.

The actions of yesterday, the pretenses of tomorrow, and the presence of now, have forever added to history.

Real change will come when you focus on yourself – not on changing him, Real change comes when you are willing and able to state your claim on what you are and are not willing...

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can...

Perhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me down

He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror, but instead of the handsome, successful, owner of a billion-dollar corporation, he saw the remnants of the unpopular, socially-awkward, Magic The Gathering-obsessed nerd he left...

Aww, the sound of waves crashing along the ocean side and spraying back up to touch the wind only for a moment, then to fall back down becoming the ocean once more…

What a lot of things I don’t need!

The act of going within, finding our truth, and then sharing it, it helps us far more than we know.

Great ideas emerges from useless fragments of thoughts.

Behind a life of influence you will find a masterful storyteller.

You never know who it’s going to be, or what they’ll bring, but whatever it is, it’s always exactly what is needed.

While learning others, respect demands that one never takes issue with another’s freedom to choose their ‘get down’ – their way of living… and don’t be mad. But carefully listen, observe, and compare mental notes...

The rally in bonds was entirely a reflection of the selling that was going on in equities.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

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.

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,But I know fairer far:Those are as beautiful againThat in the water are;The pools and rivers wash so cleanThe trees and clouds and air,The like on earth was never...

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...

In every man there are two minds that work side by side, the one checking the other; thus emotion stands against reason, intellect corrects passion and first impressions act a little, but very little, before...

Wisdom is the fruits of reflection…

We made love like Wednesday and Thursday, only Thursday wasn’t always on top. Her name was Yesterday, and today will always remind me of her.

Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom.Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open...

Freedom is the byproduct of the reflective life in action.Contemplate, Ruminate, Activate.Heart + Hands. Mind + Movement.I am committed to aligned action, because praxis is the highest form of humanity

Choose your friends carefully. They are a reflection of you.

No matter how small you are or feel or think you are–live big. Yours is the only life of you, in this form, the world will ever have!

Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection...

Siddhartha considered the ways of the demon, and in that moment he struck.

The worst battle you’ll have to fight is between what you know and how you feel.

A democratic civilization will save itself only if it makes the language of the image into a stimulus for critical reflection — not an invitation for hypnosis.

We humans are prone to err, and to err systematically, outrageously, and with utter confidence. We are also prone to hold our mistaken notions dear, protecting and nourishing them like our own children. We defend...

God is like a mirror, consistent, stable, unchanging; reflecting His image of us, that is always changing.

Intuition is an institution of inspiration and to have it in life, all a person requires to do is an introspection with a tinge of the right imagination.

Not one of you reflects, that you ought know your Gods before you worship them.

They only babble who practise not reflection.

As the lines on the palm and forehead … turned darker and thicker, as he matured along the highs and lows of life-wave, the hazy and blurred phrases shook off the dust of time and...

Your choices and decisions are a reflection of how well you’ve set and followed your priorities.

The reflection is as real as the reflected till you touch it!

Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.

I miss those times when I hadn’t a clue.

Your real self may be hiding somewhere, look for it within, when you find yourself, you can freely be what you want to be.

…I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge – then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me…

Some people search out solitude without even thinking that they need to do so–it’s an innate urge with them, something that they do as a matter of course, without even thinking about the psychological benefits...

When I look back and reflect even to this day I made the decision to stop feeling sorry for myself and to move forward even when I felt like I didn’t want to

It’s virtually impossible to contain the impact of smoking within a limited area, so this is a logical extension of our no-smoking policy and reflection of input we’ve received from our fans.

I’ll read enoughWhen I do see the very book indeedWhere all my sins are writ, and that’s myself.Give me that glass and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon...

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.

Reading all my old love letters was disorienting. You remember thinking the thoughts and writing the words but, man, you can’t TOUCH those feelings. Its like they belonged to someone else. Someone you don’t even...

How did it make you feel?

You can go everywhere, but in the end you run back into yourself.

Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.