#reflection

People like us, we think differently, don't we? We are different. We do all the things that others do. But when it comes down to it, we don't need anyone else. We're happy doing what we do and having obligation interferes with that. And sometimes I think we don't even need ourselves. What's most important is to find out whether we're right or not. ↗

— Simon Morden

#obligation #reflection #righteousness #self-discovery #self-esteem

I couldn't imagine that I'd ever fall in love again like I had with Gideon. For better or worse, he was my soulmate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#soulmate #imagination

It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not ↗

— A.G. Phillips

#inspirational #philosophical-reflection #scared #inspirational

Do not hide your light for fear of what others may think of you. Let it shine and be a reflection of what is possible. ↗

— Kristi Bowman

#light #possibility #reflection #inspirational

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

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

— Whitaker Chambers

#twentieth-century #life

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. ↗

— François de La Rochefoucauld

#moral #philosophy #reflections #love

That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#reflection #love

Everything needs love… and everything you do or don’t do is a reflection of how you love you! ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#love #reflection #sanjo-jendayi #you #love

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