Quotes About Reflection

I glanced in the mirrors to see him racing along the side of the truck. He grabbed the door and yanked it open. I turned my attention back to the road. Daniel swung in, then slammed the door shut and collapsed in the passenger seat, panting. "Always wanted to do that, haven't you?" I said. He laughed and struggled to catch his breath.

I was dreaming," I said. "Again." "Can't say I blame you." Daniel eased back as I moved away to sit on the ground. "Been having a few anxiety dreams myself.

How about we back up?" he said. "What?" "Back up to before we went in the cabin. I was going to tell you what I thought was going on. With you. It starts with that old woman at the tattoo studio. The one who said you were a skin-walker." "I--" "Not yet. This is my chance to look brilliant.

I started rubbing my temples and she suggested I don't really get headaches. It just hurts me to think.

As I made my way through the forest, I'll admit I was also straining for a familiar bark or whine. I hadn't said a word about Kenjii since leaving the store. How could I without making it sound like I put her on the same level as Hayley.

No one on their deathbed ever wished they spent more time in the office.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.

Ask me anything." "Fine. What's the scariest thing you've ever done?" He laughed. "Wow. Straight for the jugular.

The guys had already cleaned up. Or done the best they could with a quick wash and teeth brushing at Corey's. There hadn't been any spare toothbrushes, so I'd done mine with my finger and tried not to look in the mirror. One glance had told me that no amount of touch-ups was going to help. I needed a twenty-minute shower.

After that, my life paused. Or, more accurately, I paused. I stood at the tracks, watching the train whip past. At first, I didn't care. When I finally did, I couldn't figure out what to do about it. My dreams and my future and part of my soul died with Michael, but now, deep inside, a voice has begun to scream that I'm letting the best years of my life slip past.

We'd been walking for about thirty minutes when Daniel asked me to do another treetop check. I'd been avoiding it--really couldn't afford to stumble into another pit of grief and regret right now

Guilt comes back to haunt us in the weirdest ways.

Still, as good as I am, there was no way the marten should have been racing around her cage. When I said that to Daniel, he only shrugged. "Obviously she wasn't as badly hurt as you thought. Hate to break it to you, Maya, but you can be wrong.

I didn't find my story; it found me, as autobiography always does: finds you out in your deepest most private places.

I held you, or I never held you, or I held you briefly, once, long ago, and you kissed me while my heart kept time. — Kelly Cherry, from "First Marriage," When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (Autumn House Press, 2008)

Time spent praying is never wasted, Midge, even if you don't like the answer.

Hildy has resigned herself to this, that life is a series of sudden disappearences, leavetakings without the proper good-byes. Someday she too might vanish. Some days she looks forward to learning this trick.

small forest of mirrored candelabras

So what am I now?" Lee says, teasing. Dodo sighs. Gives Lee a hard look. "A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

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I feel like I'm heading full speed in the wrong direction.

There'll be times when the only refuge is books. Then you'll read as if you meant it, as if your life depended on it.

He looked old, like a stranger. He was someone else, someone whom he could easily hate. (Tom Pitts, Piggyback)