Quotes About Reflection

She stops to make a note on her phone: abandon and presence, she writes. It's the first time she's felt like herself for quite some time.

Hello, he said. What you reading? Elisabeth showed him her empty hands. Does it look like I'm reading anything? she said. Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.

A missed chance, a ruined life.

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

Ell somriu. Es una noia amable, encantadora i intel·ligent, tot i que ja no és tan espavilada com quan era petita. Això, de vegades, l'entristeix. Fa una mena de feina que se li menja l'esperit. Està molt sola. Això segur. És com observar com es va erosionant.

Els punts i final ens agraden: les simetries, trobar sentit al que no en té -¿és potser aquesta, la gran tasca de la literatura: explicar-nos el món per fer-nos creure que té sentit?

We have to hope that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters. It is the only responsibility memory has. But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quite regardless.

Simt cum ceva creÈ™te în mine, la fel de mare ca È™i b?rb??ia lui. Este mânie.

before she had died she had been young, like him, and not yet been onced by life. Today

After this painting they look flat and old-fashioned, as if they're stale dramas and pretending to be real. This one at least admits the whole thing's a performance. Or perhaps it is just that George has spent proper time looking at this one painting and that every single experience of looking at something would be this good if she devoted time to everything she looked at.

The longer Sacha lives the more insane she realizes the species she belongs to is.

But 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.

Do you come to art to be comforted, or do you come to art to be re-skinned?

Je houdt nooit op jezelf te zijn vanbinnen, hoe oud mensen ook denken dat je bent als ze vanbuiten naar je kijken.

Then she told George that the story of the minotaur was one about facing what mazes you. She made it very clear that she was using the word maze, not amaze. Then, when you'd faced it, she said, the thing to do to get out of the labyrinth was to go back the way you'd come, follow your own thread, the thread you'd left behind you, and that this had a lot to do with knowing where we come from and what our roots are –

Thank you for having me, death. Please excuse me, must get back to it, life.

there's nothing left of them, the pantomime innocents or the man with the gun, but bones in grass, bones in flowers, the leafy branches of the ash tree above them. Which s what, in the end, is left of us all, whether we carry a gun while we're here or don't. So. While we're here. I mean, while we're still here.

shut up", it means be quiet and listen!

the past is known, but the future can sometimes be troublesome!

to speak without thinkin will lead you to an early grave, or to a very small cinder-block cell!

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are.

This has been a most wonderful evening. Gertrude has said things tonight it will take her 10 years to understand.

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

I was afraid, sheer afraid, and wondered at myself. You see, I've no more pluck than any man of my inches but I'd been about a good bit. I'd seen adventure and heard other fellows talk it over, and I knew you're pretty sure to get out of everything with a whole skin till that last particular time that you don't - so what's the use of grizzling? ("Golden Baby")