Quotes About Reflection

The last poem I wrote before they sent me in was called "Blackout;" it went like this: When life seems gray And short of fizz It seems that way Because it is.

There are no great fanfares for the truly great moments of your life. Just dripping taps and the sound of your own footsteps, walking from one room into another

The world was full of collectors, scouring the earth for pieces of themselves.

Be grateful for the time you did have instead of regretful for the time you didn't,' I say.

I am like glass to him, like water . .

Death bears with it a stain that seeps into the hollow and fills the mind.

Silence was like dirt, good dirt. You could dig into it. You could bury stuff in it. She could bury the longing for her mother in this silence.

It was as if the spirit of his first gyre and his last gyre had comingled. Why is the old wolf weeping? Why am I weeping? - Foalan, Star Wolf

And yet he could not stop thinking of them. He did not want to stop thinking of them. He would never stop thinking of them.

The leaving happened slowly, gradually, as these things do, and before we knew it, we were lost to each other, as if a magician had whisked a cloth off the table, leaving the dishes there, jolted. And when we looked back it was all a blur, time on fast forward, hurtling to an inevitable conclusion.

Dear David, Are you a Tibetan monk yet? I used to hate you because you didn't love me so much you would give up your whole life for me. I expect this of every man. In retrospect, I realize that I was also selfish: I should have stopped making demands that you not be the closet female-hating sadist you are.

The personal interiorization of the practice of humiliation is called humility.

All my life I've dreamt dreams that, after the initial dreaming, stayed with me and kept telling me how to perceive and consider all that happens to me. Dreams run through my skin and veins, coloring all that lies beneath.

She started at the sound of a knock on the door. Opening it a crack, the clerk peeked her head in. Come out here and look at yourself in the full-length mirrors.

Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn.

Never hate your enemies; it affects your judgment.

She much preferred to be safely on the outside of life, watching, than deeply involved.

Then she made herself a hot-water bottle, for company as much as warmth, and went slowly up to bed.

Emily felt churlish for being disappointed.

For us there is little to say. After all, we know that death belongs to life, that it is unavoidable and comes when it wants.

Why do you need to turn everything on its head, Charles", he used to ask him, half annoyed and half wondering, "isn't the world beautiful and harmonious as it is?

But the break is still there, not visible but there, the break where you find in yourself the ability to walk away from everything you have known; the break is thrilling, liberating, and, as Alexis says, a little like dying. Alexis describes her mother as

slight shifts in imagination can have deeper and more lasting impact on our lives than major efforts at change.

To silence the chatter in my mind so the quiet voice of my soul might be allowed to speak.