#reflect

Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#friends #friendship #reflection #time #understanding

There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#inspirational #philosophical-reflection #inspirational

All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#intelligence #reflection #thinking #walking #intelligence

Only a fool can be happy. For happiness consists of two contradictory elements: contentment and pleasure. Enjoy pleasure and you have no contentment; be content and you have no pleasure. For this reason happiness is conceivable only for those who enjoy themselves without thinking that they will always want more and thus be discontented, or for those who are content without thinking that they have no pleasure. Whoever reflects can never be happy, unless he is a fanatic and thus blinded…thus exercising control over his intelligence with his feelings, instead of the other way round ↗

— Marcellus Emants

#pleasure #reflection #intelligence

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#mirror #reflection #life

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

— John Geddes

#knowledge #life #lights #mapless-life #moon

We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing. ↗

— Seneca

#how #never #nothing #pleasant #reflect

Anybody looking for a quiet life has picked the wrong century to born in. ↗

— Whitaker Chambers

#twentieth-century #life

I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant... was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a blank state? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate? ↗

— Isaac Marion

#life #philosophical-musings #reflection #life