Quotes About Reflection

Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?

Si la cursilería fuera un pecado, yo cada noche me ganaría el infierno.

Y ese es mi gran problema, paso mucho más tiempo imaginando las cosas que viviéndolas.

Nada querría más que estirar este rato delicioso como un cuento sin principio ni fin, hasta que el mundo fuera otra vez simple y no hubiera tantos cañones apuntándome...

Y en el juego angustioso de un espejo frente a otro cae mi voz y mi voz que madura y mi voz quemadura y mi bosque madura y mi voz quema dura

Se joac? aerul de-a amintirea: duce cu el toate zgomotele ?i las?-n urm? numai oglinzi de t?cere s? ne putem privi anii ce s-au dus.

I have often repented speaking, but never of holding my tongue.

Go away, you give philosophy nothing to catch hold of.

If the ox could think, it would attribute oxality to God.

I knew my son was mortal.

What am I lying here for?...We are lying here as though we had a chance of enjoying a quiet time...Am I waiting until I become a little older?

Truly, men often fail to understand their own weaknesses," I said neutrally, "and their lack of self-knowledge can bring terrible disasters down on their own heads.

Huizi would say, never look back to the past. Never regret. Even if there is emptiness ahead, never look back.

Never look back to the past, never regret, even if there is emptiness ahead.' But I couldn't help it. Sometimes I would rather look back if it meant that I could feel something in my heart, even something sad. Sadness was better than emptiness.

Everything around me was changing so fast—my apartment block, the local shops, the alleys, the roads, the subway lines. Beijing was moving forwards like an express train, but my life was going nowhere. Okay, so I was getting lots of work, but it was all the same. Woman Waiting on the Platform, Lady in Waiting, Bored Waitress. I was only in my twenties, but I felt seventy. I had to do something, ask my brain to start working, so I could match this fast-moving city.

When I left my village, it was like I took a step with my right foot and, by the time my left foot came to join it, four years had passed.

At least you're still learning a lot. Even if everything is broken.

The road home is a long one. As I walk this road, I recall my grandmother's words: "Everyone has a past life, a future life and a present life.

Huizi barely called anyone. He didn't get too involved with the details of his friends' lives. He was private, shut tight like a fortress. His short crew-cut and refined manners gave him the air of a Buddhist monk. Huizi would say never look back to the past. Never regret. Even if there is emptiness ahead, never look back.

When he closed his eyes his mind began to roam, and only with his eyes closed did he not feel others watching and observing him. With his eyes closed, there was freedom and he could wander.

Loneliness is a prerequisite for freedom. Freedom depends on the ability to reflect, and reflection can only begin when one is alone.

It was not that he didn't remember he once had another sort of life. But, like the old yellowing photograph at home, which he did not burn, it was sad to think about, and far away, like another world that had disappeared forever.

No one likes crying, but tears water our souls.

The way we understand both our present and our future depends on what we have lived through.