Reflection quotes

Welcome to our Reflection quotes page, where you can find a collection of thought-provoking and insightful quotes that encourage self-reflection and introspection. In today's fast-paced world, it is essential to take a moment to pause, look within, and contemplate the deeper meaning of life and our experiences.

Reflection allows us to gain clarity and perspective, to learn from our past, and to make wiser choices for our future. These quotes inspire us to delve into our inner thoughts and feelings, to question ourselves and the world around us, and to embark on a journey of self-discovery. Whether you are seeking guidance, encouragement, or simply a moment of contemplation, this page offers a range of quotes that will resonate with your reflective nature.

Through the words of philosophers, writers, and great minds throughout history, we explore the profound nature of self-reflection. From ancient wisdom to modern insights, these quotes serve as guides for understanding ourselves and the world we inhabit. Whether you are pondering the complexities of existence or seeking solace in times of introspection, our collection of Reflection quotes provides a rich source of inspiration and insight.

So take a moment to delve into this curated compilation of quotes, and allow them to ignite your inner introspection. May these words guide you on a path of self-discovery, leading to personal growth, clarity of purpose, and a deeper understanding of yourself and the world around you. Enjoy the journey of reflection!

Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett
Novelist
I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full-grown woman.
After my parents passed away - in 2000 and 2003 - I felt I could take the time to think about the past and imagine what it would have been like to be my grandmother.
It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way; for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions and the bickering and the prognostications and the turmoil, the disagreements and the fateful decisions and agreements and the plans and the programs and the threats and the counter threats, then you close your eyes and the sea dispatches one more big roller in the unbroken line since the beginning of the world and it combs and breaks and returns foaming and saying: "So soon?" E. B. White "On A Florida Key
Rebecca Godfrey
Rebecca Godfrey
Intriguing Author & Investigative Journalist
I saw this girl dancing, and I moved closer to her because I liked the way she looked, haughty and sexy but not in a slutty way, and when I got closer to her, I realized she was me and I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like the kind of girl I'd always wanted to befriend.
Russell Hoban
Russell Hoban
Versatile Author & Creative Storyteller
An ordinary mirror is silvered at the back but the window of the night train has darkness behind the glass. My face and the faces of other travellers were now mirrored on this darkness in a succession of stillnesses. Consider this, said the darkness: any motion at any speed is a succession of stillnesses; any section through an action will show just such a plane of stillness as this dark window in which your seeking face is mirrored. And in each plane of stillness is the moment of clarity that makes you responsible for what you do.
D.T. Suzuki
D.T. Suzuki
Pioneer of Zen Buddhism in the West
The truth of Zen is the truth of life, and life means to live, to move, to act, not merely to reflect.
Mary Ellen Chase
Mary Ellen Chase
New England's Literary Voice
It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted.
Pope John XXIII
Pope John XXIII
Head of the Catholic Church and sovereign of the Vatican City State from 28 October 1958 until his death in 1963
Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.
Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett
Novelist
I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
Writers do not merely reflect and interpret life, they inform and shape life.
Mary Ellen Chase
Mary Ellen Chase
New England's Literary Voice
Even one's yesterdays could not continue to stir and move in a man's mind unless there were a future for those yesterdays to make.
Pope John XXIII
Pope John XXIII
Head of the Catholic Church and sovereign of the Vatican City State from 28 October 1958 until his death in 1963
I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.
Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett
Novelist
And you call yourself a Christian,' were Hilly's words to me and I thought, God. When did I ever do that?
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and think of what it was like to be alive.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.