Quotes About Reflection

we are the whole life that we have lived, its highs and lows, its fortunes and its hardships; we are the sum of the ghosts that haunt us...

Je me demande encore si, tout compte fait, le monde n'étaient qu'apparences.

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

Le regret est un état d'âme. Le remords est un cas de conscience. Et je n'ai ni l'un ni l'autre. (p.57)

Somewhere it is written that I was born to leave my home, to constantly leave, each time leaving a part of me behind.

Quant à ce que nous appelons fatalité, ce n'est que notre entêtement à ne pas assumer les conséquences de nos petites et grandes faiblesses.

You can know all there is to know about life and mankind, but what do you really know about yourself?

Il est des choses qui nous dépassent. Les contester ne nous mènerait nulle part. Les traquer nous perdrait à jamais. Il faut mettre une croix sur ce qui est fini si l'on veut se réinventer ailleurs.

Le livre n'est qu'un miroir. Il nous renvoie à ce que nous sommes. C'est pour cela qu'un livre est adoré par certains et vomi par d'autres. Chacun y trouve sa part de sensibilité, sa part d'humanité. Le livre fait partie du rêve et le rêve est le père de tous les espoirs.

I stayed at the port until the dawn broke, leaning over the railing, unable to reconcile myself to the idea that something that had never really begun was truly over.

Who dreams so much, forgets to live

Qui rêve trop oublie de vivre.

Nous sommes aussi l'ensemble des fantômes qui nous hantent... nous sommes plusieurs personnages en un, si convaincants dans les différents rôles que nous avons assumés qu'il nous est impossible de savoir lequel nous avons été vraiment, lequel nous sommes devenus, lequel nous survivra.

One should always look at the sea. It's a mirror that can't lie. Among other things, looking at it has taught me to stop looking behind me. Before, every time I looked over my shoulder, I found my old sorrows and my old ghosts, still intact. They were preventing me from regaining my taste for living. Do you understand what I mean? They were spoiling my chances of rising from my ashes.

That's the reason why I chose to spend my last years here and die in my house on the seashore. A man who looks at the sea turns his back on the misfortunes of the world. Somehow, he resigns himself to them.

il ne s'agit pas de laver son corps, mais son âme, jeunes gens. si vous êtes pourris de l'intérieur, ni les fleuves ni les océans ne sauraient vous désinfecter.

Les hommes sont ainsi faits ; si Dieu les a créés à Son image, Il n'a pas précisé laquelle.

This room was our ivory tower, Sihem and mine. No one else was ever admitted here. Sometimes we'de come here to commune with our silence and reactivate our senses, dulled and blunted by the noises of every day. We'd bring a book or put on some music, and then we were off. We read Kafka as well as Khalil Gibran, and listened to Oum Kalthoum and Pavarotti with the same grattitude....

Moshen has gradually stopped dreaming. The light of his conscience has gone out.

Timpul se oprise pentru noi. Bineinteles, ziua continua sa fuga de noapte si seara sa ucida aurorele, dar,in ceea ce ne privea, lucrurile ajunsesera la capatul lor. O noua pagina se deschidea si noi nu figuram acolo. Ratacesc printre umbre si cenusa, de parca as fi o fantoma captive in ruinele mele. Eram convins ca imi pierdusem mintile.

A quatre-vingts ans, notre avenir est derrière. Devant, il n'y a que le passé.

Cel ce lasa sa ii scape dragostea vietii sale va ajunge singur cu regretele sale si toate suspinele lumii nu ii pot aduce alinarea sufletului.

ViaÅ£a este un tren care nu se opreÅŸte în nicio gar?. Fie îl lu?m din mers, fie îl privim trecând de pe peron, ÅŸi nu e tragedie mai mare decât o gar? fantom?.

A lightning flash lit up the shadows. Rain was falling gently. The window panes themselves were weeping. Be careful, Younes, I thought, you're wallowing in self-pity. But what did that matter? This was what I saw: the windows crying. I wanted to see tears streak the window panes, I wanted to feel sorry for myself, I wanted to dissolve body and soul into my grief.