Quotes About Reflection

The dead people want to know why everything turned out this way.

I don't know why it was a tragedy, the world.

Deeper and deeper. No more lyric po- ems or love affairs.

I will always have done that; when I die I will have done that; when I'm dead I will remember that I have done that.

And my love. Which is visible here in death . . . it's part of what you're left with when you die.

I want to walk away. Leave the crisis.

Do I need him? Do I really have to have this life?

you need to know that our interpreta- tion of the past can't be right.

When my death comes I'll have nearly been the one.

Se o Sol é doador de vida, simbolicamente vinculado com a dimensão espiritual, a Lua se relaciona com a manifestação do espírito. Em tudo ela está ligada à expressão prática de assuntos mundanos [...]. A Lua passa por todos os signos e toca cada aspecto em todo mapa uma vez por mês. Hoje, pode-se dizer, ela representa, em termos psicológicos, nossa 'tarefa de casa' psíquica, aprender e aplicar.

O planeta Saturno, no céu físico, poderia não estar 'influenciando' a nós tanto quanto ressoando com o Saturno que está em cada um de nós. Algo como a Lua solitária no céu à noite, refletindo-se em dez mil poças d'água simultaneamente.

O conhecimento da posição da Lua progredida e dos aspectos formados por Saturno em trânsito assinala qual é a 'opus' do momento presente. A Lua, tal como um refletor, mostra o foco, enquanto Saturno e os outros planetas descrevem as condições do tempo psicológicas.

little whispering fidgeting of a shut-away congregation wondering who to pray to

the hour has not yet ended in which under a cloth of laurel I sat quite still.

and what precisely is this shining

there comes a tremor and there comes a pause

it is always midnight in those pools

it's a pitiable likeness of clear running struggling to keep up with what's already gone

I always speak to myself no more myself but a colander draining the sound from this never-to-be-mentioned wound

why don't they lift their weight and see what's flattened underneath it?

and the whole apparition only ever known backwards already too late now almost gone

living in the slippery maybe the last green places are you listening

when a man rolls over and sighs

cold nights without streetlights walking to the sea perhaps