Quotes About Reflection

He must, he realized, know somewhere, deep inside him, more things than he had ever dreamed of.

and how positively full and brimming-to-burst with words I am. This is what Mrs. Bullwhyte would call one of my extended flights of fancy. She said that I am terribly prone to them and often told me that I should rein myself in or the world was bound to disappoint me.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam

It is all gone , though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

leave you alone.

I have never known a mouse who has made it out of the dungeon only to go back into it again. Goodbye, friend. Goodbye, mouse among mice.

tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be. When I told Gloria Dump about Otis and how he got arrested, she laughed so hard she had to grab hold of her false teeth so they wouldn't fall out of her mouth.

Perhaps, he thought, it is not too late, after all, for me to be saved.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

It's different for everyone she said, you find out on your own. But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they're doing now.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they are doing now.

Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone? (p. 139)

Edward hung by his velvet ears and looked up at the night sky. He saw the stars. But for the first time in his life, he looked at them and felt no comfort. Instead, he felt mocked. You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together. I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now? Edward could think of no answer to that question.

Everything was astonishing. The setting sun was illuminating each blade of grass. It was reflecting off the girl's glasses, making a halo of light around the girl's round head, setting the whole world on fire.

what Raymie thought as they rose to the surface together was that it was the easiest thing in the world to save somebody. For the first time, she understood Florence Nightingale and her lantern and the bright and shining path... For just a minute, she understood everything in the whole world.

From the glass-topped table in the dining room, I could see over a field and into the woods. It was late afternoon, and the light was fading. Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.

The world was so dark! I don't know that I had ever before encountered such darkness.

But Clarence probably had cares. Because that is what it means to be alive on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?

Poetry was nothing but words to say over a grave, something to throw into a hole in the ground.

If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.

And he marveled, too, at how different he felt inside, how much lighter, as if he had set something heavy down and walked away from it, without bothering to look back.

Never enough. We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

Now, don't get started on that. Remember what I said: There's no point in looking back.