#reflect

This nation's 23 million small businesses need a budget that reflects their value to the economy. ↗

— Solomon Ortiz

#businesses #economy #million #nation #need

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn ↗

— Robert Frost

#on-writing #reflection #introspection

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold And like the sky my soul is also turnin' Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind ↗

— Ray Lamontagne

#epiphany #gold #heart #moving-on #redemption

My metaphysical thinking is more in alignment with Plato rather than Aristotle's." ~R. Alan Woods [2013] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#metaphysics #philosophical-reflection #philosophy-of-religion #plato #r-alan-woods

When evening comes, I go back home, and go to my study. On the threshold I take off my work clothes, covered in mud and filth, and put on the clothes an ambassador would wear. Decently dressed, I enter the ancient courts of rulers who have long since died. There I am warmly welcomed, and I feed on the only food I find nourishing, and was born to savor. I am not ashamed to talk to them, and to ask them to explain their actions. And they, out of kindness, answer me. Four hours go by without my feeling any anxiety. I forget every worry. I am no longer afraid of poverty, or frightened of death. I live entirely through them. ↗

— Niccolò Machiavelli

#reflection #study #death

I write romance and passion to savour love twice, in the moment and in retrospect. ↗

— Angeline M. Bishop

#novels #passion #reflection #romance #writers

..nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I’m no saint. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#eva-tramell #gideon-cross #reflected-in-you #change

Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself - this is called Lucifer. ↗

— Martin Buber

#dialog #dialogic #evil #good #i-thou

Herman Melville is not comforting. Emily Dickinson isn’t either. Maybe their work is too hungry for comfort, or just too vivid for comfort. But Henry James is – profoundly so. Because he is tender. The tenderness is there in the structure of the sentence. He knows the way the poor and the dead are forgotten by the living, and he cannot allow that to happen. So he keeps on writing for them, for the dead, as if they were children to be sheltered and loved, never abandoned. ↗

— Susan Howe

#love

We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#acts #judgement #life #reflection #self