in the black water of the Queensmere, studded with golden leaves, fringed by weary city shrubs and grasses, guarded on three sides by old, old trees, in that black water was reflected not just today, but so many days, in the first, perhaps, is the image of a girl in a tight overcoat, slipping on the muddy banks, wielding her nine penny net, careful of her Nescafe jar with its string collar and handle and slowly settling pond water
The water reflected the image of my past, and that was okay. Among the orange leaves floating downstream and rocks smoothed by years of flowing water, I was ready to finally let go. I closed my eyes, focused on the river flowing beneath me and the soft calls of the wild around me. When I opened my eyes, I was new.
As I sat in my office in the windy city, I stared out my window and reflected upon the choices that made me move to Chicago. My face looked back at me; it looked older than it did this morning. I was tired. What was I thinking?
Reflecting on the time I spent in “The City of Lights”, I remember the wonderful friends I made, the independence I gained, the fabulous food I ate and the love that grew between me and that incredible city.
“i’m the prince of the moon,” he says, eyes never leaving the lake.
rom blinks, incredulous, gripping the handle of his sword. “so what? are you going back? is that what you’re telling me?”
shuuzo laughs under his breath, and tosses a star into the middle of the lake where it lands on the moon’s reflection, the little ripples shining against the starry sky.
“yeah,” he says quietly, a small smile pulling at his cheeks, his eyes forlorn. “it’s my punishment. i’m banished until i fall in love with a human, and then i’m forced to come back.”
I saw a child lagging behind his mother, tethered to her wrist, dragging his feet as she made haste on the moving walkway to their destination. He tripped, she picked him up, and laid a few gentle slams on his rear end to punish him for his small steps. From the opposite walkway, I reflected silently.
I saw a child lagging behind his mother, tethered to her wrist, dragging his feet as she rushed to move along the walkway. He tripped, she picked him up, gave him a few light slams on his rear.
Reflection is an important part of my life. I love to ruminate and reflect on what has been, what is, and what’s to come. I pretend like I made this serious effort after actions have been taken, but really I spend most of my time reflecting. There is an imbalance. Then I chalk it up to writer’s inspiration. I forget that the reflecting pool shows me what is in that instant, not before or after.
I was reflecting on how to make it in life, be successful and happy and a good person. Why is it that reflecting within yourself makes you see the world in a different light, it all seems fake. The true path to higher consciosness is hence to look within rather than finding outside.
Everyday a young girl goes down to the lake to reflect on her day. Around three o clock after school she brings an apple and sits on the bench. She looks into the reflecting water and thinks about her productive day. This helps the girl feel accomplished and happy.
Reflecting is a very odd thing as it could reflect one of yourself or it could reflect hundreds if you have enough mirrors. If you are in a room full of mirrors then you could see dozens of yourself looking at other mirror or reflections.
The person reflecting back at me was of course myself but I was so dirty and tired I didn’t look anything like my usual self. Although I went mud biking and am tired I still have a little bit of energy left to go outside and jump on the trampoline.
I’ve been listening to you tell stories about this girl since I fell in love with you. Here I stand, arms wide and heart full and your eyes can only see this stranger. She doesn’t know the way your eyes soften. She doesn’t know about the dark sticky parts of you. The scary ones. She isn’t close enough to feel the heat. She’s too fragile for your fire. Special snowflakes melt when exposed to something real.
i don’t know she said i wish you wouldn’t go away but darling my whole life i’ve wanted to work in the army but …… she looked down upon the river seeing her shadow reflecting off its moonlit waters if you go you have to promise me one thing. what? that when you do come back that we shall get married and go live in kentucky. its a deal sweetheart. i love you honey she said as she walked into his arms and kissed him gently on the lips
She sat on the bench, her ankles tucked under and her hands stored under her thighs, staring at the water of the Reflecting Pool as the image of the monuments blurred and wavered. Ducks wandered by. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this content and that made her nervous.
Deflecting, retrospecting, injecting fuel into unsuspecting victims of expecting mothers and then subjecting but not neglecting the neverending and everlasting dressing of cake.
I sat on the balcony of my one bedroom flat, looking down at the hundreds of ant-like humanoids going about their daily business in the street below. there was nothing for me down there but bad memories and ex girlfriends whose names i neither remembered nor cared to.
When I cleared up the drawers of my desk the other day, I found it. Your plectrum. It made me think of the time I brought back the shot glasses I had bought for you in London. Maybe I should have told you that there was glass inside and that the packet was breakable when I gave them to you. And I know you didn’t intend to let it slide out of your hand on purpose when my hand touched yours. Reflecting back to that moment , seeing the splinters again on the parking lot, your surprised and regretful expression – I played it cool then. Apologized even, that you couldn’t have known. And you couldn’t have.
But what I didn’t tell you, was how it hurt.
And when I stuffed the plectrum into my knick-knack box – I wondered if thinking back to you would always hurt. If my heart would always shatter into a hundreds of pieces. Maybe I should have thrown that piece of remembrance away. But just like you kept the biggest piece of glass with the logo on it, I kept that little piece of you. Maybe the next time it wouldn’t hurt that much.
the moon reflecting in the mirror across from my bed reflecting my souls expression laying sick recovering again staring at the light the craters contemplating coming close to maybe a word to
The pool was beautifully reflective. It captured the light of everything around it and sent it right back out, and it made the place beautiful. A sanctuary, if you will.
And he realized, sitting there watching the pool swallow up the sky, that she reminded him a lot of this pool.
reflecting back on my life, I always regret things. And then I regret regretting things and I regret spending my times to do other things regretting the initial things. introspection is important for growing as a person but reflection can probably kill you.
She lay with the breeze kissing the apples of her cheeks and her thoughts floating above her. She had always been a child of dreams, even though no one could understand. Her hands would always be fiddling whenever she plunged herself into the deep, only to emerge in the starlit room of eternal vitality.
Kristoff sees his reflection in her eyes,
He sees that she sees him as the sweetest person that he could.
Despite the fact that he is a very stubborn,
But what he sees in her that is he loves her for who she is.
In the end, they both see love in each other’s eyes.
in the black water of the Queensmere, studded with golden leaves, fringed by weary city shrubs and grasses, guarded on three sides by old, old trees, in that black water was reflected not just today, but so many days, in the first, perhaps, is the image of a girl in a tight overcoat, slipping on the muddy banks, wielding her nine penny net, careful of her Nescafe jar with its string collar and handle and slowly settling pond water
The water reflected the image of my past, and that was okay. Among the orange leaves floating downstream and rocks smoothed by years of flowing water, I was ready to finally let go. I closed my eyes, focused on the river flowing beneath me and the soft calls of the wild around me. When I opened my eyes, I was new.
As I sat in my office in the windy city, I stared out my window and reflected upon the choices that made me move to Chicago. My face looked back at me; it looked older than it did this morning. I was tired. What was I thinking?
Reflecting on the time I spent in “The City of Lights”, I remember the wonderful friends I made, the independence I gained, the fabulous food I ate and the love that grew between me and that incredible city.
Pools.
Oh for God’s sake, no! Everyone thinks of that! Come up with something original for Christ’s sake.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“i’m the prince of the moon,” he says, eyes never leaving the lake.
rom blinks, incredulous, gripping the handle of his sword. “so what? are you going back? is that what you’re telling me?”
shuuzo laughs under his breath, and tosses a star into the middle of the lake where it lands on the moon’s reflection, the little ripples shining against the starry sky.
“yeah,” he says quietly, a small smile pulling at his cheeks, his eyes forlorn. “it’s my punishment. i’m banished until i fall in love with a human, and then i’m forced to come back.”
rom doesn’t know what to make of this.
Her eyes reflecting my own, I stared back at myself. into crystalline blue orbs that held all my sorrows but simultaneously understood none of them.
love was reflecting off the boy back onto her and it made her feel warm and tingiling
his image reflected on the ice but it was twisted, almost seeming to laugh back at him
I saw a child lagging behind his mother, tethered to her wrist, dragging his feet as she made haste on the moving walkway to their destination. He tripped, she picked him up, and laid a few gentle slams on his rear end to punish him for his small steps. From the opposite walkway, I reflected silently.
I saw a child lagging behind his mother, tethered to her wrist, dragging his feet as she rushed to move along the walkway. He tripped, she picked him up, gave him a few light slams on his rear.
Reflection is an important part of my life. I love to ruminate and reflect on what has been, what is, and what’s to come. I pretend like I made this serious effort after actions have been taken, but really I spend most of my time reflecting. There is an imbalance. Then I chalk it up to writer’s inspiration. I forget that the reflecting pool shows me what is in that instant, not before or after.
I was reflecting on how to make it in life, be successful and happy and a good person. Why is it that reflecting within yourself makes you see the world in a different light, it all seems fake. The true path to higher consciosness is hence to look within rather than finding outside.
Everyday a young girl goes down to the lake to reflect on her day. Around three o clock after school she brings an apple and sits on the bench. She looks into the reflecting water and thinks about her productive day. This helps the girl feel accomplished and happy.
beach, book, bible thinking brain mirror water life car traffic jam
Reflecting is a very odd thing as it could reflect one of yourself or it could reflect hundreds if you have enough mirrors. If you are in a room full of mirrors then you could see dozens of yourself looking at other mirror or reflections.
The reflecting reflection was very odd as i was standing in a room full of mirrors. And it looked weird as it looked as there was hundreds of me.
The cover of the book was reflecting off the water, which made for a very dramatic scene.
The person reflecting back at me was of course myself but I was so dirty and tired I didn’t look anything like my usual self. Although I went mud biking and am tired I still have a little bit of energy left to go outside and jump on the trampoline.
reflecting
When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.
I’ve been listening to you tell stories about this girl since I fell in love with you. Here I stand, arms wide and heart full and your eyes can only see this stranger. She doesn’t know the way your eyes soften. She doesn’t know about the dark sticky parts of you. The scary ones. She isn’t close enough to feel the heat. She’s too fragile for your fire. Special snowflakes melt when exposed to something real.
i don’t know she said i wish you wouldn’t go away but darling my whole life i’ve wanted to work in the army but …… she looked down upon the river seeing her shadow reflecting off its moonlit waters if you go you have to promise me one thing. what? that when you do come back that we shall get married and go live in kentucky. its a deal sweetheart. i love you honey she said as she walked into his arms and kissed him gently on the lips
I thought about that night, reflecting on the things we did. On the things we said, it was a beautiful evening.
She sat on the bench, her ankles tucked under and her hands stored under her thighs, staring at the water of the Reflecting Pool as the image of the monuments blurred and wavered. Ducks wandered by. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this content and that made her nervous.
I am reflecting about my life in the last days. Maybe I am staying more old and more thinking
Deflecting, retrospecting, injecting fuel into unsuspecting victims of expecting mothers and then subjecting but not neglecting the neverending and everlasting dressing of cake.
I sat on the balcony of my one bedroom flat, looking down at the hundreds of ant-like humanoids going about their daily business in the street below. there was nothing for me down there but bad memories and ex girlfriends whose names i neither remembered nor cared to.
Reflecting on her dream, she realized her lack of affection.
When I cleared up the drawers of my desk the other day, I found it. Your plectrum. It made me think of the time I brought back the shot glasses I had bought for you in London. Maybe I should have told you that there was glass inside and that the packet was breakable when I gave them to you. And I know you didn’t intend to let it slide out of your hand on purpose when my hand touched yours. Reflecting back to that moment , seeing the splinters again on the parking lot, your surprised and regretful expression – I played it cool then. Apologized even, that you couldn’t have known. And you couldn’t have.
But what I didn’t tell you, was how it hurt.
And when I stuffed the plectrum into my knick-knack box – I wondered if thinking back to you would always hurt. If my heart would always shatter into a hundreds of pieces. Maybe I should have thrown that piece of remembrance away. But just like you kept the biggest piece of glass with the logo on it, I kept that little piece of you. Maybe the next time it wouldn’t hurt that much.
the moon reflecting in the mirror across from my bed reflecting my souls expression laying sick recovering again staring at the light the craters contemplating coming close to maybe a word to
“It’s just a mirror, what are you expecting to see?” “Something other than this ugly motherfucker looking back at me.”
i see the rain water reflecting
images unseen to my eyes
before the glimmer of all that is still
to be rippled into exsistance
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?”
She cocked her head. “What are you doing sitting in the corner?”
“Oh.” I shrugged. “I dunno. Reflecting, I guess.”
“On what?”
“Oh, you know. Life.” I cracked a smile. “Liberty. And the pursuit of happiness.”
She snorted and shook her head, which made my grin bigger. Then she offered me a hand and helped me to my feet.
The pool was beautifully reflective. It captured the light of everything around it and sent it right back out, and it made the place beautiful. A sanctuary, if you will.
And he realized, sitting there watching the pool swallow up the sky, that she reminded him a lot of this pool.
Simple. Mirror. Type. Great. Friendship. Lake. Shore. Waves. Light. Closet. Need.
reflecting back on my life, I always regret things. And then I regret regretting things and I regret spending my times to do other things regretting the initial things. introspection is important for growing as a person but reflection can probably kill you.
She lay with the breeze kissing the apples of her cheeks and her thoughts floating above her. She had always been a child of dreams, even though no one could understand. Her hands would always be fiddling whenever she plunged herself into the deep, only to emerge in the starlit room of eternal vitality.
Kristoff sees his reflection in her eyes,
He sees that she sees him as the sweetest person that he could.
Despite the fact that he is a very stubborn,
But what he sees in her that is he loves her for who she is.
In the end, they both see love in each other’s eyes.
When I read the book fro few pages, the story exactly reflecting my past and it helped to remind me it is time to forget and let go.