Quotes About Reflection

oh, wide and splendid world! How good it is to look sometimes across great spaces, to lift one's eyes from narrowness, to feel the large silence that rests on lonely hills!

After being all day with people, how blessed a thing it is not to be with them.

It is so sweet to be sad when one has nothing to be sad about.

always so firmly supposed she did; and it was why

But he felt too confident in Catherine's beautiful nature to be afraid of Ned. Catherine, who loved beauty, who was so much moved by it—witness her rapt face at The Immortal Hour—would never listen to blandishments from anyone with Ned's nose. Besides, Ned was elderly. In spite of the fur rug up to his chin, Christopher had seen that all right. He was an elderly, puffy man. Elderliness and love! He grinned to himself. If only the elderly could see themselves….

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can't believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant . But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Very early in my life it was already too late.

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone.

Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother's bureau. I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

Even if I remember the first time perfectly, I don't remember the beginning at all. I mean: the beginning of addiction. It's hard to say when it becomes a problem; it sneaks up on you like a sun shower.

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death.

Age is a terrible avenger. The lessons of life you give so much to work with, but by the time you've got all this great wisdom, you don't get to be young anymore.

I'm not crying because you're mean. I just can't imagine how incredibly painful it must be to be you.

I dont know if im running because i'm scared or if i'm scared because i'm running.

At long last, I had found myself vulnerable to the worst of New York City, because at 44 my life was not so different from the way it was at 24.

My improved affect did not in any way sway me from the philosophical conviction that life, at its height and at its depth, basically sucks.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be

Books, the books that I loved above all else to spend my time with, were the great tools for understanding one's life and the lives of other people.

On Christmas morning, Rebecca lost her moral virginity, her sense of humor - and her two best friends. But, other than that, it was a hell of a holiday.

I feel rather a fool writing down my thoughts

These are hard memories, and I will save the rest of the story for another time.

It is my last night here, and I suddenly feel quite tearful, sitting up in my usual window.