Quotes About Reflection

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

My favorite subjects were astronomy, sociology, and gender studies. And I always loved math class; I have a thing for numbers. I played soccer freshman year and then realized I hate sweating, but looking back, I definitely should have kept up with sports.

When I went to Sweden, I sort of found out who I was.

When I was growing up in the United States and Sweden, I never thought about becoming a politician.

It's not lost on me that I'm a Swedish guy from one of the coldest countries in the world.

As a memoirist, I may claim to write the easier-to-remember things, but I could also just be writing to sweep them away. 'Don't bother me about my past,' I'll say, 'It's out in paperback now.'

For me, I always think of the image of sweeping out my footprints as I walk through a scene.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

I wouldn't call it bitter. I think it's just sweet. I've always believed my life seems like it's gotten better and better as each decade has gone by. So I don't see any I don't see any bitterness about it.

In one sense, every character you create will be yourself. You've never murdered, but your murderer's rage will be drawn from memories of your own extreme anger. Your love scenes will contain hints of your own past kisses and sweet moments.

I think in Mrs. C, I certainly played myself. A very compulsive, sweet person.

I'm really into Sweet 75 right now, and I dig playing Nirvana, don't get me wrong. Even if Kurt never died, more than likely I'd be in Sweet 75 today still.

'Sweet Dreams' is such a dark-sounding song, but it's about not taking anything for granted; share yourself with others after you have first spent some time with yourself.

There are people that have watched everything I've done, which is so sweet. Sometimes I'm grateful for that; sometimes I feel like I have to apologize.

My sweet spot, the stuff I like the most, is hopeful melancholy. Optimistic melancholy.

What's that song? It says, 'Everything that you do will come back to you in your sweet time?' That's why I still don't relax. Even my coach gets mad at me sometimes. He's like, 'Come on, man - relax.' I go, 'Nah.' I'm always good.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

I have never appreciated a quiet moment with a friend as much, a quiet moment with a book and I think part of that is my obsession with being older and time going faster and it's become increasingly sweeter for me.

I can imagine no sweeter way to end one's life than in the quiet of the country, out of the mad race for money, place and power - far from the demands of business - out of the dusty highway where fools struggle and strive for the hollow praise of other fools.

Deep down, I reckon the sweetest moment will come when it's finally all over. When, at last, I know that I can stop fighting. Of course it'll also be a little sad. The sweetest moments, y'know, always come with just a little sadness.

I know someone from growing up who is in jail right now for the rest of his life, but he was one of the sweetest people I ever knew.

A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.

I wouldn't be young again even if it were possible, but I am not going to pretend that growing old is all sweetness and light.