top of page
.png){kind=small}
"Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
Standard
Customized
Exlpore more Reflection quotes
"Solitude is a wonderful treasure the world is still yet to discover."
"There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back."
"You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else."
"How much had I missed in these months of despair and numbness?"
"The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember."
"Instead of the church in Africa to be a place for eradicating darkness by beaming out light, she has unfortunately become the den of robbers as Jesus put it."
"Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy."
"I don't dream. Come to think of it, i haven't had any dreams in a long time."
"You don't have to be in hurry in life."
"I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old."
Explore more quotes by Alexander Pope
"The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on."
"What then remains, but well our power to use,And keep good humour still whate'er we lose?And trust me, dear, good humour can prevail,When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
"Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground."
"Nature to all things fixed the limits fitAnd wisely curbed proud man's pretending wit.As on the land while here the ocean gains.In other parts it leaves wide sandy plainsThus in the soul while memory prevails,The solid power of understanding failsWhere beams of warm imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt awayOne science only will one genius fit,So vast is art, so narrow human witNot only bounded to peculiar arts,But oft in those confined to single partsLike kings, we lose the conquests gained before,By vain ambition still to make them moreEach might his several province well command,Would all but stoop to what they understand."
"Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach."
"Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing."
bottom of page