#reflect

Life doesn't come with a remote control. If you don't like what's playing, get up and change the channel. By unknown. ↗

— Lorelie Rozzano

#change

...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

I just think of people," she continued, "whether they seem right where they are and fit into a picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I don't see why they should; in fact it always astonishes me when people do anything. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#astonishing #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

With the buck before me suspended in immobility, there seems to be time for all things, time even to turn my gaze inward and see what it is that has robbed the hunt of its savour: the sense that this has become no longer a morning's hunting but an occasion on which either the proud ram bleeds to death on the ice or the old hunter misses his aim; that for the duration of this frozen moment the stars are locked in a configuration in which events are not themselves but stand for other things. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#death

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

Cyrano: The leaves--- Roxane: What color---Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall. Cyrano: Yes---they know how to die. A little way From the branch to the earth, a little fear Of mingling with the common dust---and yet They go down gracefully---a fall that seems Like flying! ↗

— Edmond Rostand

#grace #melancholy #reflection #death

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

— Jack Sanger

#death

Our power lies in our small daily choices, one after another, to create eternal ripples of a life well lived. ↗

— Mollie Marti

#authenticity #leadership #life-design #mentor #reflection