#reflect

...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths... ↗

— John Geddes

#poetry #reflection #sleep #truth-of-life #truths

...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror... ↗

— John Geddes

#ice #mirror #reflection #beauty

Beauty isn’t physical — it’s an reflection of what’s on the inside. ↗

— Laurie Buchanan

#physical-appearance #reflection #beauty

Pegi just recorded "I Don't Want to Talk About," written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who's all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy Horse that I have been working on compiling recently. Danny was every bit the artist I am, but he died of a heroin OD in the early seventies. Every time I hear Pegi sing that song, it makes me tremendously sad. She sings it so beautifully, phrasing it to break my heart. She does it justice. You can see I have some unfinished business with Danny. ↗

— Neil Young

#memory #reflection #beauty

The past can't be changed, can it? It can just be forgiven. ↗

— Elizabeth George

#change

I dislike guilt." the Morrigan said." it is regret and recrimination and despair over that which cannot be changed. It is like eating ashes for breakfast. It is the whip that clerics use on the laity, making the sheep slaves to whatever moral code the shepherds espouse. it is a catalyst for suicide and untold other acts of selfishness and stupidity. I cannot think of a more poisonous emotion!" ... "Why do you bother to feel it?" Atticus: "Because an inability to feel guilt points to sociopathic tendencies. ↗

— Kevin Hearne

#change

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living." ~Duiker, pg. 353 Malazan Book of the Fallen, Deadhouse Gates ↗

— Steven Erikson

#death

Birth pushes, death pulls; only you can slow the time between. ↗

— Jack Sanger

#death

In the end, man is an event which cannot judge itself, but, for better or worse, is left to the judgment of others ↗

— Jung

#dreams

Might there come a time When we stand over a grave And mourn ourselves? Mourn the past, a previous life? Shall we weep for the passing of time? Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams? In my naivety; in my belief In immortal youth, I sleep walk through life. Someone... wake me up. Please. Wake me up. ↗

— Samantha Young

#immortality #mourn #passing #reflection #sleep