Quotes About Reflection

You never stop being yourself on the inside, whatever age people think you are by looking at you from the outside.

Imagine if you made something and then you always had to be seen through what you'd made, as if the thing you'd made became you.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.

He thinks about how, whatever being alive is, with all its pasts and presents and futures, it is most itself in the moments when you surface from a depth of numbness or forgetfulness that you didn't even know you were at, and break the surface.

Now what we don't want is Facts. What we want is bewilderment. What we want is repetition. What we want is repetition.

Is there any escaping the junkshop of the self?

No one remembering that old man. Except, I just did, there

All short stories long.

In her dream, she slapped the past in its face.

its small squares of fast-passing light, the early evening windows of the lives of hundreds of others.

it's the best fish I've ever caught, that fish I didn't catch, cause it's a fish that will always be with me now and never be eaten, it'll never die, that fish I'll never land.

Myself, I thought about you the whole time. Even when I wasn't thinking about you, I thought about you.

But that's summer for you. Summer's like walking down a road just like this one, heading towards both light and dark. Because summer isn't just a merry tale. Because there's no merry tale without darkness.

Regrets when you're dead? A past when you're dead? Is there never any escaping the junkyard of the self?

Yeah, but the thing I particularly like about the word but, now that I think about it, is that it always takes you off to the side, and where it takes you is always interesting.

She thinks about the students she taught who graduate this week to all that debt, and now to a future in the past.

Végül is elég kellemes halottnak lenni. Nagyon alulértékelik a modern nyugati világban.

Looking in the mirror suddenly she thinks that we all know our dates of birth but that every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.

Funny, she says leaning against an unexpected warm place in the stone on the threshold of the church and liking the feel of it on her arm. Like, how we overload summer most out of all the seasons, I mean with our expectations of it. Nah, he says and nips the end of his rollie with a finger and thumb till it's out. Summers can take it. That's why they're called summers.

Seems the self you get left with on the shore, in the end, is the self that you were when you went.

It takes a death sometimes to make us all live a bit more, Iris says.

Outside, the sun was shining. It was irrelevant. There was something Lise had to write down, again. What was it? I am a ( ) person.

As he said it Mark, belted in in the back seat, had watched the holy water glint inside the plastic bubble next to the Virgin Mary and had wondered if the holy water was selective too, and if that's what God was these days, and whether everybody now simply had a private god who sanctioned his or her own choices