Quotes About Reflection

Je revoyais, sous la clarté de mon briquet, Clarius étendu sur l'herbe, sur sa croix je veux dire ; j'entendais son « Tue-moi ». Au point où il en était, ça faisait un homme voué à la mort.

Les choses de la terre, mon vieux, j'ai tant vécu avec elles, j'ai tant fait ma vie dans l'espace qu'elles laissaient, j'ai tant eu d'amis arbres, le vent s'est tant frotté contre moi que, quand j'ai de la peine, c'est à elles que je pense pour la consolation.

ISABELLE Je viendrai... Je viendrai... Mais je n'ai pas le sentiment que je serai particulièrement forte et volontaire, une fois disparue. Je sens très bien au contraire que ce qui me plaira dans la mort, c'est la paresses de la mort, c'est cette fluidité un peu dense te engourdie de la mort, que fait qu'en somme, il n'y a pas des morts, mais uniquement des noyés...

Jeg trekker meg tilbake til en verden der styggheten eksisterer.

Getting old always means a hardening of the main trait of one's character.

That road, as it turned out, would be even lonelier than she had reason to fear.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." Kierkegaard said that, and Naomi had always admired the eerie perfection of this simple insight.

All ghost stories come to this, she understood. All ghost stories end in one of these two ways: You are dead or I am dead. If people only understood this, Portia thought, they would never be frightened, they would only need to ask themselves, Who among us has died? And then it occurred to her that she was the ghost in her story. She had spent years haunting her own life, without ever noticing.

I don't think I was young even when I actually was young, and that wasn't yesterday.

and my eyes no longer gaze the same on the face of the world.

Keeping silent blocks both judgment and change.

We can never see our own faces directly, never look straight into our own eyes.

It came to me then that I could take comfort in knowing my father and my mother were dead, that death's mystery had already embraced them. They had gone on ahead, had broken the trail, and because of that, death seemed a little cozier, a little safer, a little less terrifying. Because my parents were already there - in death - I saw I could afford to enjoy the sunlight for as long as I possibly could. Sitting beside my father's grave, I was glad - and proud - to be alive.

Pourtant, il y a une lucidité qui nous vient parfois dans ces moments-là, quand on se surprend à regarder le monde à travers ses larmes, comme si elles servaient de lentilles pour rendre plus net ce que l'on regarde.

I have to admit that this notebook, with its wilderness of blank pages, seems almost more threat than gift—for what can I write here that it will not hurt to remember? You

All that attacks is memory, all I suffer is regret.

Still, there's a lucidity that sometimes comes in that moment when you find yourself looking at the world through your tears, as if those tears served as a lens to clarify what it is you're looking at.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.

They do not die ignorant of either their own follies or of life's worth. Instead, they die in the fullest possible knowledge of who they are, of what they lived for, of the mistakes that they have made.

her final words seem to ripple outward like waves of water from a thrown stone—don't remember don't remember don't remember don'trememberdon't "Remember?

Still, there's a lucidity that sometimes comes in that moment when you find yourself looking at the world through your tears, as if those tears served as a lens to clarify what it is you're looking at.

He rode alone to the tenth floor, got off and strode into the newsroom. It was so strange, he thought, to see it empty. It was not the way he wanted to remember it.

G.U.R.U - Gee, you are you!

I often wonder if you wrote your memoir today, if you held wonder in one hand and courage in another and truly believed that anything was possible.