132 Reflection Quotes That Will Inspire Your Personal Growth

Reflection

Reflection is when you look back so that the view forward can become clearer. It involves looking at the things you have been doing, the people around you, and how you have been thinking.

It's like a date with yourself where you get yourself to sit and actually talk. You are able to question what you do, why you do it, and if there is a way to do it better or more efficiently. You review the things you have been doing and those you have been having in your life.

Reflection is an essential practice, and if you learn to do it often, you will get better in life. Reflection helps you see everything you have been doing wrong or for the wrong reasons. The reasons behind the things you do open your eyes to whether it's right for you.

When you reflect, you can tell what's working and what's not. You can see the lessons you have learned from your experiences and how you can apply them in your life. You are able to know what has been working for you so far and what hasn't.

Reflection lets you consider your choices and decide what's most useful for you. If you don't practice reflection, you will keep doing things the same way you have been doing them, which means that you will remain where you have always been.

In the middle of the chaos and when everything seems to be going left, take some time alone and reflect. You will be surprised at how clearly you can see things.

Our reflection quotes encourage you to reflect more to become better while doing what is meaningful and effective. No matter how busy your life is, time spent reflecting is never wasted because reflection is the school of wisdom.

Reflection Quotes

Yes, memory's so treacherous. One moment, you're lost in a carnival of delight: childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy floss. The next, it takes you somewhere you don't want to be. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you’d rather forget. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, no?

Yes, memory’s so treacherous. One moment, you’re lost in a carnival of delight: childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy floss.

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Your birthday should be celebrated like New Year's day, a time of welcoming a new year, a time for reflection over the past year, and a time for new goals to be set.

Your birthday should be celebrated like New Year’s day, a time of welcoming a new year, a time for reflection over the past year, and a time for new goals to be set.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

What we have lived Remains indecipherable. & yet we remain. & still, we write. & so, we write. Watch us move above the fog Like a promontory at dusk. Shall this leave us bitter? Or better? Grieve. Then choose.

What we have lived
Remains indecipherable.
& yet we remain.
& still, we write.
& so, we write.
Watch us move above the fog
Like a promontory at dusk.
Shall this leave us bitter?
Or better?
Grieve.
Then choose.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

I think we run into issues when our online brands are not rooted in who we are, and I think we need to have explicit discussions with ourselves about who we want to be, what we want to represent, and how we want to express that.

I think we run into issues when our online brands are not rooted in who we are, and I think we need to have explicit discussions with ourselves about who we want to be, what we want to represent, and how we want to express that.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

THE BEGINNING OF A NEW MONTH A perfect time for SHIFTING things around, Always remembering to keep your feet on the ground.

THE BEGINNING OF A NEW MONTH
A perfect time for SHIFTING things around,
Always remembering to keep your feet on the ground.

Let your life reflect the faith you have in God. Fear nothing and pray about everything. Be strong, trust God’s word, and trust the process.

Let your life reflect the faith you have in God. Fear nothing and pray about everything. Be strong, trust God’s word, and trust the process.

I have great respect for the past. If you don't know where you've come from, you don't know where you're going. I have respect for the past, but I'm a person of the moment. I'm here, and I do my best to be completely centered at the place I'm at, then I go forward to the next place.

I have great respect for the past. If you don’t know where you’ve come from, you don’t know where you’re going. I have respect for the past, but I’m a person of the moment. I’m here, and I do my best to be completely centered at the place I’m at, then I go forward to the next place.

Letty: Come on Dom so where are you taking me? Dom: They say the open rode helps you think about where you've been where your going.

Letty: Come on Dom so where are you taking me?
Dom: They say the open rode helps you think about where you’ve been where your going.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready."

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: “Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.”

Sometimes I thought about my liver but my liver never spoke up, it never said, “Stop it, you’re killing me and I’m going to kill you!” If we had talking livers we wouldn’t need A.A.

Sometimes I thought about my liver but my liver never spoke up, it never said, “Stop it, you’re killing me and I’m going to kill you!” If we had talking livers we wouldn’t need A.A.

bulls strut in pinwheel glory, rockets stun the sky, but I don't know quite what to make of the dead flowers of myself, whether to dump them out of the bowl or press them between these blank pages and go on; well, all grief comes down to hard death and weeping finally ends. thank the god who made it.

bulls strut in pinwheel glory,
rockets stun the sky,
but I don’t know
quite what to make
of the dead flowers
of myself,
whether to dump them
out of the bowl
or
press them between
these blank pages
and go on;
well, all grief comes down
to hard death
and weeping finally ends.
thank the god
who made
it.

Layover Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun making love by a carpet redder than our blood, making love while the boys sell headlines and Cadillacs, making love by a photograph of Paris and an open pack of Chesterfields, making love while other men - poor folks - work. That moment - to this. . . may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

Layover

Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men – poor folks –
work.
That moment – to this. . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it’s only one sentence back in my mind –
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.

when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies

we often talked
about
how
we’d like to
die

and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing;

we’d all
like to die
fucking

(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)

and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer

we think more
about
how
not to
die

and
although
we’re
ready

most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone

under the
sheets

now
that

most of
us

have fucked
our lives
away.

there’s nothing to discuss there’s nothing to remember there’s nothing to forget it’s sad and it’s not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it straight on and to these I drink tonight.

there’s nothing to
discuss
there’s nothing to
remember
there’s nothing to
forget

it’s sad
and
it’s not
sad

seems the
most sensible
thing
a person can
do
is
sit
with drink in
hand
as the walls
wave
their goodbye
smiles

one comes through
it
all
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and
bravery
then
leaves

some accept
the possibility of
God
to help them
get
through

others
take it
straight on

and to these

I drink
tonight.

My vanishing act when I got sick of the bar and I sometimes did I had a place to go: it was a tall field of grass an abandoned graveyard. I didn’t consider this to be a morbid pastime. it just seemed to be the best place to be. it offered a generous cure to the vicious hangover. through the grass I could see the stones, many were tilted at strange angles against gravity as though they must fall but I never saw one fall although there were many of those in the yard. it was cool and dark with a breeze and I often slept there. I was never bothered. each time I returned to the bar after an absence it was always the same with them: “where the hell you been? we thought you died!” I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

My vanishing act

when I got sick of the bar
and I sometimes did
I had a place to go:
it was a tall field of grass
an abandoned
graveyard.
I didn’t consider this to be a
morbid pastime.
it just seemed to be the best
place to be.
it offered a generous cure to
the vicious hangover.
through the grass I could see
the stones,
many were tilted
at strange angles
against gravity
as though they must
fall
but I never saw one
fall
although there were many of those
in the yard.
it was cool and dark
with a breeze
and I often slept
there.
I was never
bothered.
each time I returned to the bar
after an absence
it was always the same with
them:
“where the hell you
been? we thought you
died!”
I was their bar freak, they needed me
to make themselves feel
better.
just like, at times, I needed that
graveyard.

This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.

This is very important — to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you’re gonna lose everything…just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That’s why they’re all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.

It won’t do you any good to run if you’re running the wrong way. I’ve developed a new philosophy. I only dread one day at a time.

It won’t do you any good to run if you’re running the wrong way. I’ve developed a new philosophy. I only dread one day at a time.

I don't believe it. W-why would Akito be here at school? Oh, I never thought I'd have to meet him by myself like this! But I'm surprised; h-he looks so young, and he's handsome, too, almost as handsome as Yuki. Still, this is the same person who hurt Hatori's eye.

I don’t believe it. W-why would Akito be here at school? Oh, I never thought I’d have to meet him by myself like this! But

Akito, I’ve been thinking: I guess I forgive you too maybe that is the wrong word. I’m sick of blaming others, so I’m done. Truth is, if I keep on shifting the blame, then I’ll never change… and I want to.

Akito, I’ve been thinking: I guess I forgive you too maybe that is the wrong word. I’m sick of blaming others, so I’m done. Truth

Just like I'm... Hiding feelings... In my heart. That's right. I'm sure... She is, too. Feelings she hasn't shared with anyone... In the bottom of her heart. I guess it's too late to think about it now...

Just like I’m… Hiding feelings… In my heart. That’s right. I’m sure… She is, too. Feelings she hasn’t shared with anyone… In the bottom of

Brian: You asked me why I let Dom go. I did it, because at that moment, I respected him more than I did myself. One thing I've learned from Dom is that nothing really matters unless you have a code. Mia: And what's your code, Brian? Brian: I'm working on it.

Brian: You asked me why I let Dom go. I did it, because at that moment, I respected him more than I did myself. One thing I’ve learned from Dom is that nothing really matters unless you have a code.
Mia: And what’s your code, Brian?
Brian: I’m working on it.

As I bent over the washboard and looked at my arms buried in soapsuds, I said to myself, 'What are you going to do when you grow old and your back gets stiff?' This set me to thinking, but with all my thinking I couldn't see how a poor washerwoman was going to better my condition.

As I bent over the washboard and looked at my arms buried in soapsuds, I said to myself, ‘What are you going to do when you grow old and your back gets stiff?’ This set me to thinking, but with all my thinking I couldn’t see how a poor washerwoman was going to better my condition.

The thought has occurred to millions of men, while shaving; the removal of life might be preferred to, the removal of hair.

The thought has occurred to millions of men, while shaving; the removal of life might be preferred to, the removal of hair.

Mornings are considered the perfect time to pray. It is when you get a fresh start and just meditate on the goodness of God in your life.

Mornings are considered the perfect time to pray. It is when you get a fresh start and just meditate on the goodness of God in your life.

I'm still growing I take each day, one day-at-a-time. I'm always thinking and dreaming. As long as this heart keeps beating, there will be new things coming along.

I’m still growing I take each day, one day-at-a-time. I’m always thinking and dreaming. As long as this heart keeps beating, there will be new things coming along.

Hobbs: Hell of a mess. Brian: Yeah, it is. Hobbs: You know I can't let you two go. I ain't made that way. The way I see it, you've earned yourselves 24 hours. The money stays, though. If I were you, I'd use the time. Make peace with whatever demons you got left. Cause come tomorrow, I will find you. Toretto, I'll see you soon. Dom: No you won't.

Hobbs: Hell of a mess.
Brian: Yeah, it is.
Hobbs: You know I can’t let you two go. I ain’t made that way. The way I see it, you’ve earned yourselves 24 hours. The money stays, though. If I were you, I’d use the time. Make peace with whatever demons you got left. Cause come tomorrow, I will find you. Toretto, I’ll see you soon.
Dom: No you won’t.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

Grief, like glass, can be both a mirror & a window, enabling us to look both in & out, then & now & how. In other words, we become a window pain. Only somewhere in loss do we find the grace to gaze up & out of ourselves.

Grief, like glass, can be both a mirror & a window, enabling us to look both in & out, then & now & how. In other words, we become a window pain. Only somewhere in loss do we find the grace to gaze up & out of ourselves.

The only way to correctly predict The future is to pave it, Is to brave it. The breakage is where we begin. The rupture is for remembering.

The only way to correctly predict
The future is to pave it,
Is to brave it.
The breakage is where we begin.
The rupture is for remembering.

You know, doctor, wisdom comes at a hell of an hour — when youth is gone, the storm is over and the girls have gone home.

You know, doctor, wisdom comes at a hell of an hour — when youth is gone, the storm is over and the girls have gone home.

I finally got dressed. I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can’t.

I finally got dressed. I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can’t.

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

she is no longer
the beautiful woman
she was. she sends
photos of herself
sitting upon a rock
by the ocean
alone and damned.
I could have had
her once. I wonder
if she thinks I
could have
saved her?

Is there any wonder why the world is where it’s at now? Just notice the creature sitting near you in a movie house or standing ahead of you in a supermarket line. Or giving a State of the Union Address. That the gods have let us go on this long this badly.

Is there any wonder why the world is where it’s at now? Just notice the creature sitting near you in a movie house or standing ahead of you in a supermarket line. Or giving a State of the Union Address. That the gods have let us go on this long this badly.

But you know, my former life as a bibliophile, it possibly kept me from murdering somebody, myself included. It kept me from being an industrialist. It allowed me to endure some women that most men would never be able to live with. It gave me space, a pause. It helped me to write this.

But you know, my former life as a bibliophile, it possibly kept me from murdering somebody, myself included. It kept me from being an industrialist. It allowed me to endure some women that most men would never be able to live with. It gave me space, a pause. It helped me to write this.

the night was beginning and I was standing before the plate glass window of a restaurant and in that window was a roasted pig, eyeless, with an apple in its mouth. poort damned pig. poor damned me. beyond the pig inside there were people sitting at tables talking, eating, drinking I was not one of those people I felt a kinship with the pig we had been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time I imagined myself in the window eyeless, roasted, the apple in my mouth … I walked away from the window I walked to my room I still had a room as I walked to my room I began to conjecture: could I eat some paper? some newspaper? roaches? maybe I could catch a rat? a raw rat? peel off the fur, remove the intestines remove the eyes forego the head, the tail … I walked along. I was so hungry that everything looked eatable: people, fireplugs, asphalt, wristwatches … my belt, my shirt … I sat in a chair I din’t turn on the light I sat there and wondered if I was crazy because I wasn’t doing anything to help myself the hunger stopped then and I just sat there then I heard it: two people in the next room copulating. I could hear the bed spring and the moans I got up, walked out of the room and back into the street. but I walked in a different direction this time I walked away from the pig in the window but I thought about the pig and I decided that I’d die first rather than eat that pig. it began to rain I looked up. I opened my mouth and let in the rain drops… soup from the sky...

the night was beginning
and I was standing before the
plate glass window of a
restaurant
and in that window
was a roasted pig,
eyeless,
with an apple in its mouth.
poort damned pig.
poor damned me.
beyond the pig
inside there
were people
sitting at tables
talking, eating, drinking
I was not one of those people
I felt a kinship with the pig
we had been caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time
I imagined myself in the window
eyeless, roasted, the apple in my mouth

I walked away from the window
I walked to my room
I still had a room
as I walked to my room
I began to conjecture:
could I eat some paper?
some newspaper?
roaches?
maybe I could catch a rat?
a raw rat?
peel off the fur,
remove the intestines
remove the eyes
forego the head, the tail

I walked along.
I was so hungry that everything
looked eatable:
people, fireplugs, asphalt,
wristwatches … my belt, my shirt

I sat in a chair
I din’t turn on the light
I sat there and wondered if I was crazy
because I wasn’t doing anything
to help myself

the hunger stopped then
and I just sat there
then I heard it:
two people in the next room
copulating.
I could hear the bed spring
and the moans
I got up, walked out of the
room and back into the street.
but I walked in a different
direction this time
I walked away from the pig
in the window
but I thought about the pig
and I decided that I’d die first
rather than eat that
pig.
it began to rain
I looked up.
I opened my mouth and let in the rain
drops… soup from the sky…

Memory I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled and I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love and I’ve memorized that too. I’ve memorized green rooms in St. Louis and New Orleans where I wept because I knew that by myself I could not overcome the terror of them and it. I’ve memorized all the unfaithful years (and the faithful ones too) I’ve memorized each cigarette that I’ve rolled. I’ve memorized Beethoven and New York City I’ve memorized riding up escalators, I’ve memorized Chicago and cottage cheese, and the mouths of some of the ladies and the legs of some of the ladies I’ve known and the way the rain came down hard. I’ve memorized the face of my father in his coffin, I’ve memorized all the cars I have driven and each of their sad deaths, I’ve memorized each jail cell, the face of each new president and the faces of some of the assassins; I’ve even memorized the arguments I’ve had with some of the women I’ve loved. best of all I’ve memorized tonight and now and the way the light falls across my fingers, specks and smears on the wall, shades down behind orange curtains; I light a rolled cigarette and then laugh a little, yes, I’ve memorized it all. the courage of my memory.

Memory

I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea
I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled
and
I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of
forgotten love
and I’ve memorized
that too.

I’ve memorized green rooms in
St. Louis and New Orleans
where I wept because I knew that by myself I
could not overcome
the terror of them and it.

I’ve memorized all the unfaithful years
(and the faithful ones too)
I’ve memorized each cigarette that I’ve rolled.
I’ve memorized Beethoven and New York City
I’ve memorized
riding up escalators, I’ve memorized
Chicago and cottage cheese, and the mouths of
some of the ladies and the legs of
some of the ladies
I’ve known
and the way the rain came down hard.
I’ve memorized the face of my father in his coffin,
I’ve memorized all the cars I have driven
and each of their sad deaths,
I’ve memorized each jail cell,
the face of each new president
and the faces of some of the assassins;
I’ve even memorized the arguments I’ve had with
some of the women
I’ve loved.

best of all
I’ve memorized tonight and now and the way the
light falls across my fingers,
specks and smears on the wall,
shades down behind orange curtains;
I light a rolled cigarette and then laugh a little,
yes, I’ve memorized it all.

the courage of my memory.

Ann, I love you. I hope my car starts. I hope the sink isn't plugged up. I'm glad I didn't fuck a groupie. I'm glad I'm not very good at getting into bed with strange females. I'm glad I'm an idiot. I'm glad I don't know anything. I'm glad I haven't been murdered. When I look at my hands and they are still on my wrists, I think to myself, I am lucky.

Ann, I love you. I hope my car starts. I hope the sink isn’t plugged up. I’m glad I didn’t fuck a groupie. I’m glad I’m not very good at getting into bed with strange females. I’m glad I’m an idiot. I’m glad I don’t know anything. I’m glad I haven’t been murdered. When I look at my hands and they are still on my wrists, I think to myself, I am lucky.

When I get out, I thought, I am going to wait a while and then I am going to come back to this place, I am going to look at it from the outside and know exactly what's going on in there, and I'm going to stare at those walls and I'm going to make up my mind never to get on the inside of them again.

When I get out, I thought, I am going to wait a while and then I am going to come back to this place, I am going to look at it from the outside and know exactly what’s going on in there, and I’m going to stare at those walls and I’m going to make up my mind never to get on the inside of them again.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a
coffee cup in a park for old men playing
chess or silly games of some sort.

"Why does that kid think so highly of himself?" "Kids that think they're so smart. They're everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!" "Yes... I really do think highly of myself. People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I'm so envious. I will reflect upon this. Please don't be angry." "Ah..um.." "There, I said it now. Are you satisfied?" ........ "Bye bye!" Beat him.....Beat him until he reaches heaven...!!! - random people and Hiro-chan

“Why does that kid think so highly of himself?”
“Kids that think they’re so smart. They’re everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!”
“Yes… I really do think highly of myself. People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I’m so envious. I will reflect upon this. Please don’t be angry.”
“Ah..um..”
“There, I said it now. Are you satisfied?”
……..
“Bye bye!”
Beat him…..Beat him until he reaches heaven…!!!
– random people and Hiro-chan

Maybe...I'm closer now than I was before. I did stomp on a few things, though. In order to reach this point...it took me forever to understand. And so I've finally made it this far. Well, I still have a long ways to go.

Maybe…I’m closer now than I was before. I did stomp on a few things, though. In order to reach this point…it took me forever to understand. And so I’ve finally made it this far. Well, I still have a long ways to go.

If you worry about yesterday's failures, then today's successes will be few. The future depends on what we do in the present.

If you worry about yesterday’s failures, then today’s successes will be few. The future depends on what we do in the present.

I think I’m very conscientious of how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away from you, especially at times when it can be least expected.

I think I’m very conscientious of how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away from you, especially at times when it can be least expected.

Hey, new month, a new beginning. Let’s kick off October with a sense of peace and positive energy as we reflect on our past and look toward the future.

Hey, new month, a new beginning. Let’s kick off October with a sense of peace and positive energy as we reflect on our past and look toward the future.

I won’t get to hear you say, “Welcome home,” to me anymore, will I, Honda-san? But…but I’m happy for you too. The “me” who’s arrived at this point is happy for you. I…I was always…so weak. I wasn’t good at making connections with other people, but I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be needed. I yearned for those things…and then, one day, you came into my life. You made those dreams come true. You granted my wishes without asking for anything in return. You gave me so much. And it’s because of that that I can stand in front of you here today. You helped me become a full-fledged “human being.” You helped me grow as a person. You…were like a mother to me. I was finally able to tell you that. I know my true feelings are a little on the embarrassing side…but, you know, it’s the same for them too, I think. Your presence is so warm and kind…so even though we’re all going our separate ways now, starting new lives in new places, every so often, we’ll still think of you. “Is she doing well? She’s not crying, is she? Is she smiling even now? Is she happy today too?” That’s how we’ll always think of you. Thank you…I’m so glad I met you. I’m so glad you were here... Thank you, thank you, thank you... Tohru.

I won’t get to hear you say, “Welcome home,” to me anymore, will I, Honda-san? But…but I’m happy for you too. The “me” who’s arrived at this point is happy for you. I…I was always…so weak. I wasn’t good at making connections with other people, but I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be needed. I yearned for those things…and then, one day, you came into my life. You made those dreams come true. You granted my wishes without asking for anything in return. You gave me so much. And it’s because of that that I can stand in front of you here today. You helped me become a full-fledged “human being.” You helped me grow as a person. You…were like a mother to me. I was finally able to tell you that. I know my true feelings are a little on the embarrassing side…but, you know, it’s the same for them too, I think. Your presence is so warm and kind…so even though we’re all going our separate ways now, starting new lives in new places, every so often, we’ll still think of you. “Is she doing well? She’s not crying, is she? Is she smiling even now? Is she happy today too?” That’s how we’ll always think of you. Thank you…I’m so glad I met you. I’m so glad you were here… Thank you, thank you, thank you… Tohru.

The world is your canvas and your teacher. Take a day to reflect, measure and adjust on your goals; progress is essential to continued success.

The world is your canvas and your teacher. Take a day to reflect, measure and adjust on your goals; progress is essential to continued success.

Abundance is a direct reflection of your preparation to live abundantly. People who are ready for abundance keep their heads up, their eyes open and give thanks for everything they get.

Abundance is a direct reflection of your preparation to live abundantly. People who are ready for abundance keep their heads up, their eyes open and give thanks for everything they get.

You can tell a lot about a person by carefully examining his or her environment. Contrary to popular belief, people are not the reflection of their environment nearly as much as we might think. Environment is a reflection of the people.

You can tell a lot about a person by carefully examining his or her environment. Contrary to popular belief, people are not the reflection of their environment nearly as much as we might think. Environment is a reflection of the people.

Change your thoughts, and you will change your results. What's going on outside is a reflection of what's going on inside. In order to change your results, you MUST change your mental programming. Our behaviors and our results are programmed by our thoughts. It may be challenging at first, but remember, you CHOOSE the way you see things.

Change your thoughts, and you will change your results.

What’s going on outside is a reflection of what’s going on inside. In order to change your results, you MUST change your mental programming.

Our behaviors and our results are programmed by our thoughts. It may be challenging at first, but remember, you CHOOSE the way you see things.

Knowing when and how to change course is important to success. Self-doubt is a lighthouse that will keep you from running aground. Don't become shipwrecked on the rocks of time. Be willing to rethink your decisions and change course.

Knowing when and how to change course is important to success. Self-doubt is a lighthouse that will keep you from running aground. Don’t become shipwrecked on the rocks of time. Be willing to rethink your decisions and change course.

"I'm the eldest!" Sophie shrieked. "I'm a failure!" "Garbage!" Howl shouted. "You just never stop to think!"

“I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!”
“Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!”

Sophie got herself to the mirror, and found that she had to hobble. The face in the mirror was quite calm, because it was what she expected to see. It was the face of a gaunt old woman, withered and brownish, surrounded by wispy white hair. Her own eyes, yellow and watery, stared out at her, looking rather tragic. ‘Don’t worry, old thing,’ Sophie said to the face. ‘You look quite healthy. Besides, this is much more like you really are.‘

Sophie got herself to the mirror, and found that she had to hobble. The face in the mirror was quite calm, because it was what she expected to see. It was the face of a gaunt old woman, withered and brownish, surrounded by wispy white hair. Her own eyes, yellow and watery, stared out at her, looking rather tragic.

‘Don’t worry, old thing,’ Sophie said to the face. ‘You look quite healthy. Besides, this is much more like you really are.‘

The reason 'closure' is a cliche is that it is used too often, too imprecisely, and doesn't in any case reflect reality. In reality, such closure in broken friendships and much else in life is rarely achieved; only death brings closure and then not always for those still living.

The reason ‘closure’ is a cliche is that it is used too often, too imprecisely, and doesn’t in any case reflect reality. In reality, such closure in broken friendships and much else in life is rarely achieved; only death brings closure and then not always for those still living.

The Knight in the triumph of his heart made several 6 reflections on thegreatness of the British Nation; as, that one Englishman could beat three Frenchmen; that we could never be in danger of Popery so long as we took care of our fleet; that theThames was thenoblest river in Europe; that London Bridge was a greater piece of work than any of the Seven Wonders of the World; with many other honest prejudices which naturally cleave to the heart of a true Englishman.

The Knight in the triumph of his heart made several 6 reflections on thegreatness of the British Nation; as, that one Englishman could beat three Frenchmen; that we could never be in danger of Popery so long as we took care of our fleet; that theThames was thenoblest river in Europe; that London Bridge was a greater piece of work than any of the Seven Wonders of the World; with many other honest prejudices which naturally cleave to the heart of a true Englishman.

My dear friends, God’s creation is one and it is good. The concerns for nonviolence, sustainable development, justice and peace, and care for our environment are of vital importance for humanity. They cannot, however, be understood apart from a profound reflection on the innate dignity of every human life from conception to natural death: a dignity conferred by God himself and thus inviolable.

My dear friends, God’s creation is one and it is good. The concerns for nonviolence, sustainable development, justice and peace, and care for our environment are of vital importance for humanity. They cannot, however, be understood apart from a profound reflection on the innate dignity of every human life from conception to natural death: a dignity conferred by God himself and thus inviolable.

Closure: Now there’s a silly idea. Nothing ever gets closure, the only real closure is death. Maybe it’s not a good idea to stare a dying bird in the eye. It might reflect something back at you that you don’t want to see.

Closure: Now there’s a silly idea. Nothing ever gets closure, the only real closure is death. Maybe it’s not a good idea to stare a dying bird in the eye. It might reflect something back at you that you don’t want to see.

Sometimes you have to look into a mirror and look at the worst you could have been if you're ever going to know the best you were meant to be.

Sometimes you have to look into a mirror and look at the worst you could have been if you’re ever going to know the best you were meant to be.

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