#reflective

I'm disappointed that I really haven't been able to race in a way that is reflective of the amount of work that I have done and how I have trained. But I don't regret giving this a go. ↗

— Ian Thorpe

#amount #been #disappointed #done #giving

These are desparate times." - Stephanie Plum ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#money

While the meeting I participated in turned out to be a ruse, I made statements during the course of the meeting that are counter to NPR's values and also not reflective of my own beliefs. I offer my sincere apology to those I offended. ↗

— Ron Schiller

#apology #beliefs #counter #course #during

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

The first type of abstraction from objects I shall refer to as simple abstraction, but the second type I shall call reflective abstraction, using this term in a double sense. ↗

— Jean Piaget

#call #double #first #i #objects

A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#become #goes #immediate #like #music

Reflective abstraction, however, is based not on individual actions but on coordinated actions. ↗

— Jean Piaget

#actions #based #coordinated #however #individual

He felt as though he were failing in practically every area of his life. Lately, happiness seemed as distant and unattainable to him as space travel. He hadn't always felt this way. There had been a long period of time during which he remembered being very happy. But things change. People change. Change was one of the inevitable laws of nature, exacting its toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made, regrets form, and all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from the bed seem almost laborious. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#change

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

Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place. ↗

— David Bowie

#chords #few #place #put #reflective