Quotes About Reflection

Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened. And if you can't do that, force a smile on your face and sob into your pillow later.

I've lived a thousand lives just by reading a book

It was not the future they'd been objecting to, but the loss of the past. As if it was his fault that you could now have one without the other

Isn't it funny how we all die at the same time? Always at the end of our lives. Why worry?

It's sometimes more torment for a man, Mr. Fagin said, to consider what might have been than to live with what is.

His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend our first hours among the heavenly hosts settling old scores with relatives.

And then I saw him waving to us from behind the sky's reflection.

One can only remember what has been consciously experienced.

Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day

Everyday may not be good, but there's something good in every day.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living is your life.

I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.

For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief.

She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb tea which is now her substitute for coffee. At one time she thought that she could not live without coffee, but it turned out that it is really the warm large mug she wants in her hands, that is the aid to thought or whatever it is she practices through the procession of hours, or of days.

I'll never know how to live, will you?

There isn't any way to be. I will meet you where you've gone. The cards are blank; the cards are empty there. If I can just have one last cut. Do you have a plan for the new? The cards be blank. The symbols be over. I will tell my fortune with the blank cards of blank. What do you see?

If you remember better times you know they were lies, because they led to this

We could never sit at this kitchen table without our terrible and beautiful past and our poems that tell us who we are.

We know ourselves in the extinguishable light, but we know ourselves in another universe

I did not do those things; I only watched, watched myself act, react.

No longer the dream we were invited to long ago

This is my heart, or is it yours, I move within.