#reflection

But unfortunately Locke treated ideas of reflection as if they were another class of objects of contemplation beside ideas of sensation. ↗

— Samuel Alexander

#beside #class #contemplation #ideas #locke

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#both #criticism #doubt #enslave #faith

Music is always a reflection of what's going on in the hearts and minds of the culture. ↗

— Tori Amos

#culture #going #hearts #minds #music

I'm getting a lot of roles as women who are very powerful. I think that's a reflection of me as a person. ↗

— Melinda Clarke

#i #i think #lot #me #person

If people are concerned about my house and where I live again it's much more of a reflection on them than it is on me. ↗

— Alexander Downer

#again #concerned #house #i #live

The awesomeness of God is that even in the works of the Beach Boys, Beatles, etc., the beauty of the music is a mere reflection of what God does everyday. He creates music of all kinds and moods. ↗

— John Foster

#beach boys #beatles #beauty #creates #does

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

— Whitaker Chambers

#twentieth-century #life

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#life-lessons #loss #pride #reflection #regret

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

He finds he cannot think of the dying men at all. Into his mind instead strays the picture of More on the scaffold, seen through the veil of rain: his body, already dead, folding back neatly from the impact of the axe. The cardinal when he fell had no persecutor more relentless than Thomas More. Yet, he thinks, I did not hate him. I exercised my skills to the utmost to persuade him to reconcile with the king. And I thought I would win him, I really thought I would, for he was tenacious of the world, tenacious of his person, and had a good deal to live for. In the end he was his own murderer. He wrote and wrote and he talked and talked, then suddenly at a stroke he cancelled himself. If ever a man came close to beheading himself, Thomas More was that man. ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#reflection #men