Quotes About Reflection

He missed two people: a) the girl she was; b) the person she'd made him feel he might have been. A deep sigh escaped him.

He was in his mid-thirties, with a posture that suggested a hundred.

He drank, not because of the darkness in him but the darkness in others.

How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.

Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.

It was a sunny day in early summer, and he could hear birdsong. In a nearby orchard that had so far escaped shelling, apple trees were blossoming bravely. Men were the only animals that slaughtered their own kind by the million, and turned the landscape into a waste of shell craters and barbed wire. Perhaps the human race would wipe itself out completely, and leave the world to the birds and trees, Walter thought apocalyptically. Perhaps that would be for the best.

For me the words should be like a pane of glass that you look through, not at.

The old men were still running the country. The politicians who had caused millions of deaths were now celebrating, as if they had done something wonderful.

Aliena's brother, Richard, sometimes reminded her of her father, with a look or a gesture, and that was when she felt a surge of affection.

Human beings have the capacity to rise above mundane circumstances and touch the eternal.

She was twenty-six years old, her life was ruined, and it was her own fault.

Her breasts had changed, too. He remembered when they had stuck out from her chest as if they were weightless, the nipples pointing up. Then, when she was pregnant, they had become even bigger, and the nipples had grown larger. Now they were lower and softer, and they swung delightfully from side to side when she walked. He had loved them through all their changes. He wondered what they would be like when she was old.

She had always liked what Scarlett O'Hara said in Gone with the Wind: I'll think about it tomorrow. Not anymore.

What should we do?" "If you want to live, you should go to church, confess your sins, pray, and lead a better life.

She had wanted cities, music, people, ideas. Now the desire for those things had left her, and she could not understand how she had ever wanted them. Peace was all a human being ought to ask for, it seemed to her.

Philip knelt before the altar and stayed there a moment, conscious that righteous indignation was not the appropriate state of mind for a worshiper. When he had cooled down a little he rose and passed on.

Over the next three or four years you'll do things you'll remember later with deep embarrassment. But when you're old you'll wish you'd done all of them twice.

Cuánto tiempo necesitáis antes de que acabéis admitiendo que el comunismo es un fracaso?

if you deny the truth about yourself you lose your soul?

Perhaps we've done enough." Sylvie was shocked. Her mother had never talked this way. Isabelle noticed her reaction and said defensively: "Even God rested on the seventh day, after he made the world." "Our work isn't finished." "Perhaps it never will be, until the Last Trump.

A l'évidence, cette décision nécessitait une réflexion longue et attentive. Il la prit sur-le-champ. Il rentrerait en Angleterre.

En su recuerdo, repetía los momentos que habían pasado juntos una y otra vez

I'm only thirty-seven, he thought; is this when old age begins?

She wanted to do all the things he had done: to raise her children well, to make a difference to her country's politics, to love and be loved. Most of all, when she died, she wanted her children to be able to say, as she said of her father, that her life had meant something, and that the world was a better place for it.