Quotes About Reflection

When you walk into your memories, you are opening a door to the past; the road within has many branches, and the route is different every time

The coming of honor or disgrace must be a reflection of one's inner power.

Living right in the heart of Tokyo itself is quite like living in the mountains – in the midst of so many people, one hardly sees anyone.

I'm sure it must have been even more wonderful then, when we were young and knew nothing about the pain of growing up.

I watched him walking away, sweater over his shoulders, bag in hand, until he was no more than a tiny point in the distance. I watched, without so much as blinking, and I realized how utterly lonely I was. But all my staring couldn't prevent that distant point from vanishing like a snowflake dissolving in the sunlight.

It was hard to know what was coming, where our lives would lead, and it made me sad to think about the future.

The waves of regret were gentle, but I know they would ripple on forever

When the surface of your soul begins to stir, I imagine you want to capture the sensation in writing." - Yoko Ogawa

The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.

But what if human beings themselves disappear?" I asked.

Since that time, I've had many similar moments, and I can never hear the words "family" and "home" without feeling that they sound strange, never simply hear them and let them go. When I stop to examine them, though, the words seem hollow, seem to rattle at my feet like empty cans.

He had a special feeling for what he called the "correct miscalculation," for he believed that mistakes were often as revealing as the right answers.

I feel empty when Root isn't here," I said. I hadn't really been speaking to him, but the Professor murmured in reply, "So, you're saying that there's a zero in you?" "I suppose that's what I mean," I said, nodding weakly. "The person who discovered zero must have been remarkable, don't you think?" "Hasn't zero been around forever?" "How long is forever?

I needed to pretend to be myself at a younger, more innocent age, when we had stood marveling at the snow in the hall. I was sure that Jun would dive into only pure water, and I wanted his dive into me to be perfect; I wanted him to enter with no splash at all.

As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl's tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.

Memories don't just pile up - they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord.

The sound of the rain seemed louder in the study, as if the sky were actually lower there.

It's peaceful eating outside by myself

It's peaceful eating outside by myself, looking up at the night sky. The evenings are warmer now that spring is almost here, and the air feels soft. My hands and feet pressed against the mat are dull and numb, but everything else—the crepe myrtle, the bricks lining the flower beds

The white clippings of hair fell in clumps on the cape and then scattered to the floor.

Ad what will happen if words disappear? I whispered to myself, afraid that if I said it too loudly, it might come true

The rays of the setting sun stretched far into the room. Root traced the circles around the twin primes as the steam from the rice cooker floated in from the kitchen. The Professor stared through the window as if he were looking out at the desert, though all he could really see was his tiny, neglected garden.

La expresión de sus rostros, sin embargo no reflejaba angustia. Sus miradas se alzaban hasta algún punto del horizonte y sus ojos se mostraban tan serenos como la lisa superficie de una laguna perdida en el corazón del bosque, bajo la cual se oculta una multitud de recuerdos secretos.

goes on like this and we can't compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it's completely hollowed out, we'll all disappear without a trace. Don't you ever feel that way?