Quotes About Reflection

De ce facem asa? De ce lucrurile dureroase sunt intotdeauna niste electromagneti?

In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created. We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered—our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure . . .

I'd been someone else in a different world I'd've done something different, but I was myself, and the world was the world, so I was silent.

Am stat cuibariti cateva momente, apoi ne-am intins amandoi pe spate si iarba era ca un pat. Pentru ca era asa de intuneric, puteam vedea multe dintre stele. Era ca si cand ne-am fi aflat sub o umbrela mare sau sub o rochie. Am vorbit multe minute despre multe lucruri, dar de fapt eu nu-l ascultam si nici el nu ma asculta, si eu nu ma ascultam pe mine, iar el nu se asculta pe sine. Ne aflam pe iarba, sub stele si asta este ceea ce faceam.

Cartile sunt pentru aceia care nu au vieti adevarate.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living

I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning . . .

It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.

The letter was destroyed, but its final paragraph is still inside of me. She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with the chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

Waarom? Omdat god de plagiaris liefheeft. Niet voor niets staat geschreven: 'En God schiep de mens naar Zijn beeld; naar het beeld van God schiep Hij hem.' God is de eerste aller plagiarissen. [...] Dus als wij plagiaat plegen, scheppen wij in feite 'naar het beeld van' en dragen we bij aan de vervolmaking van de schepping.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I walked through Long Island City, Woodside, Elmhurst, and Jackson Heights. I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.

It wasn't too late to turn around, before I got to the place I couldn't come back from.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. . . It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close.

On average, Americans eat the equivalent of 21,000 entire animals in a lifetime—one

Give it a try. Bellybutton." "Bellybutton doesn't make me think of anything." "Dig deep." "In my bellybutton?" "In your brain, Oskar." "Uh." "Bellybutton. Bellybutton." "Stomach anus?

Everything she did reminded me of someone else.

Ela escreveu: quem me dera ser outra vez rapariga e ter a possibilidade de viver de novo a minha vida. Sofri muito mais que o necessário. E as alegrias que tive nem sempre foram alegres. Podia ter vivido de uma maneira diferente.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

So many days in their shared life. So many experiences. How had they managed to spend the previous sixteen years unlearning each other? How had all the presence summed to disappearance?

Aloneness isn't loneliness.

Ik dacht, het is jammer dat we moeten leven, maar het is doodzonde dat we maar één leven krijgen, want als ik twee levens had gehad, had ik er eentje met haar doorgebracht. Dan was ik bij haar in de flat blijven wonen

We are not only the tellers of our stories, we are the stories themselves.