Quotes About Reflection

A vida passa e não fica, nada deixa e nunca regressa.

Wise is he who is satisfied with the spectacle of the world.

Quando, Lídia, vier o nosso Outono, com o Inverno que há nele, reservemos um pensamento, não para a futura Primavera, que é de outrem nem para o estio, de quem somos mortos, senão para o que fica do que passa o amarelo atual que as folhas vivem e as torna diferentes.

Vem sentar-te comigo, Lídia, à beira do rio. Sossegadamente, fitemos o seu curso e aprendamos Que a vida passa, e não estamos de mãos enlaçadas. Enlacemos as mãos...

Y cuando uno resulta ser el cliché del otro, el lugar común del otro, queridos lectores, está a punto de caer y seguir cayendo. Para usar otra idea manoseada hasta sacarle brillo: cuando alguien descubre que siempre prefiere pensar y llamar y oír a una misma persona, y que ha encontrado a alguien para desempolvar las historias que había dejado de contar y que su vida ha vuelto a ser un drama, está a punto de regresar a la zona de turbulencia

Vivir era estarse muriendo y morir era empezar la vida, morir era empezar en serio y vivir era perder el tiempo

hay que tener una gran imaginación, y conservar una inteligencia anterior a la mente, y entender el amor como un lugar que se ha hallado y se ha defendido de la realidad, para llegar juntos a viejos.

Todo lo que ha estado pasando y todo lo que viene es un puente largo para llegar a tu propia paz, a esta mujer que va a quitarte de encima la necesidad de resolverlo todo a tu manera y por tu cuenta

Tengo una versión oficial de esta parte de la historia que, sin embargo, cada vez se me parece más a la verdad: que todo hombre debe haberse divorciado al menos una vez antes de casarse de verdad

desde las 3:00 p.m. hasta las 3:33. Y entonces yo, con el corazón quieto y los pulmones cerrados, sometido por las preguntas sin respuesta de la espera, voy paso por paso hasta la casa número tres.

Me puse las gafas para que todas las cosas volvieran a su sitio.

todo hombre debe haberse divorciado al menos una vez antes de casarse de verdad.

As an American, I'd like to apologize-for everything.

Remember how once, just once, you scored the best dope in the world? Remember how you smoked till your mouth and your throat were all sandpaper and your lungs thought you'd gone down on a fireplace? Remember how you put on your headphones—took three tries, didn't it?—and cranked Dark Side of the Moon or "The Ride of the Valkyries" or whatever most got you off all the way up to eleven, man? Remember what it was like?

I had a professor one time... He said, 'Class, you will forget almost everything I will teach you in here, so please remember this: that God spoke to Balaam through his ass, and He has been speaking through asses ever since. So, if God should choose to speak through you, you need not think too highly of yourself. And, if on meeting someone, right away you recognize what they are, listen to them anyway'.

Never forget what Jesus did for you. Never take lightly what it cost Him. And never assume that if it cost Him His very life, that it won't also cost you yours.

I look back over the events of my life and see the hands that carried Moses to his grave lifting me out of mine. In remembering I go back to these places where God met me and I meet him again and I lay my head on his breast, and he shows me the land beyond the Jordan and I suck into my lungs the fragrance of his breath, the power of his presence.

Joshua made the sun stand still in the sky, but I can't keep these thoughts of You from passing by.

Is this what it's like? he wondered. When you're about to die? One hand stretched back to someone who cares for you, the other reaching for a place you can't see.

I already have. Not at all that far from where we were, but far enough away. Actually, we're both fortunate and unfortunate.

She did not try to explain, and Huma did not ask her to. For a brief time, the war, the knighthood, all his problems vanished.

Facis tua computat anns. (Juvenal

In edem es nv. (Cicero Fam.

I dream of silent verses where the rhyme glides noiseless as an oar.