Quotes About Reflection

All men and women go through the same fog.

Someday someone should make a study of the silence that falls inside a car when you're returning home after having flaunted your well-being, partly to edify the company, partly to deceive yourself. It's a silence that tolerates no sound, not even the radio, for who in that mute war of opposition would dare to turn it on?

The world shrivels me day by day.

What is our life: (Pause.) it's looking forward or it's looking back. And that's our life. That's it. Where is the moment?

Oftentimes the child is the father of the man.

I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life—and only then will I be free to become myself.

Ognuno inchiodato al legno della sua esistenza a scontare la colpa che non commise e quella che commise.

Giorni miei Solo a sera m'è dato assistere alla deposizione della luce, quando la vita, ormai senza rimedio, è perduta. Mio convoglio funebre di ogni notte: emigrazione di sensi, accorgimenti delle ore tradite, intanto che lo spirito è rapito sotto l'acutissimo arco dell'esistenza: l'accompagna una musica di indicibile silenzio. Invece dovere ogni mattina risorgere sognare sempre impossibili itinerari.

Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects.

How can I tell what I think until I see what I say?

Still, how I nearly felt. In the midst of all that looking.

Coincidences undeniably imply meaning. I am rereading Hart Crane. I notice the date On which he stepped off that boat Was April 26. Tomorrow is April 26. The year of his suicide was 1932. I was four. I am now fifty-one. One undeniable implication in this case then Is that the year, today, Is 1979. Afterward, Crane's mother scrubbed floors. Eventually, I may or may not Jump overboard. Are there questions?

I still notice the burned house, mornings, when I walk along the beach. "Well, obviously I do not notice the house. What I notice is what remains of the house. One is still prone to think of a house as a house, however, even if there is not remarkably much left of it.

Or was it possibly...nothing more than a read ?

It had its moments," I said. "I'll be damned if it didn't have its moments.

To live (as I understand it) is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time. Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place 'Now,' at the moment it's called to the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience. Because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

How can we call death-about which we know nothing- the opposite of life, when we barely comprehend life itself?

Svako sje?anje , koliko god mu sadržaj dalek, doga?a se ''sada'', u trenutku kad ga um prizove. Što se ?eš?e prisje?amo, to um ima više prilike prepravljati izvorno iskustvo, jer svako je prisje?anje ponovno stvaranje, a ne reprodukcija.

Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place "now",at the moment it's called up in the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience, because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.

A nation that forgets its past can function no better than an individual with amnesia.

If we don't remember where we came from, we'll go back there.

On God's calendar, there are no ordinary days.

The person who asks a lot of questions has room for their faith to grow.