Quotes About Reflection

Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. La lumière du jour, les ombres de la nuit, Tout retrace à mes yeux les charmes que j'évite. Tout vous livre à l'envi le rebelle Hippolyte.

Maintenant je me cherche et ne me trouve plus.

Indeed, men who manage to defeat time by anxiously safeguarding their tomorrow, by not allowing it to stray anywhere from the past, have in effect conquered death itself.

The foundation of all civilization is loitering.

Things changed. Things that defined your life altered and shifted while you weren't paying attention. Sometimes you didn't even notice until you missed them.

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books.

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.

It is sometimes important for science to know how to forget the things she is surest of.

Never feel remorse for what you have thought about your wife; she has thought much worse things about you.

To be adult is to be alone.

God, that checkroom of our dreams.

To be an adult is to be alone.

Whither goest all of us, huh...for cryin' out loud?

What we know through a connection with the Self is divine wisdom.

If thoughts arise, observe them, but do not get hooked into stories about them; then let them "float away," the way bubbles float up and away when a diver exhales under water.

This tape is supposed to be about love, and I guess the distortions of love. The Love Tape. Do you have any questions you want to ask me?

But as Ram Dass once said, you know, if you think you're enlightened, go spend a weekend with your parents.

We are all blind thinking that life consists of possessing material goods, holding onto this, then that, getting to know one thing, then another, then trying desperately to ignore the fact that the whole process inevitably amounts to absolutely nothing. Life isn't a game where you have to possess and know as many things as possible. Rather, it is about reducing yourself to zero, living in a new and more authentic way.

You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But what if it didn't? What if you had to stay you forever?

Somehow, television made behavior that you would go out of your way to avoid in real life into something fascinating.

But it was hard not to think of her mother as she moved from the sink to the oven and back again, tasting and chopping and doing her best impersonation of her mother. She felt, not a presence, exactly. Something more earthbound, a better understanding, perhaps, of her mother and the life she lived. The endless small chores, the worries, never enough time, and always the barely movable obstacles of her husband and children.