Reflection Quotes

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?