Quotes About Reflection

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

Dus jij kunt me de essentie van het leven uitleggen? Daar krijgen we volgend semester examen over, geloof ik. - Claire

Wat vind je van het stuk, prinses Alice? - Will

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

It's said, after all, that people reach middle age the day they realize they're never going to read Remembrance of Things Past.

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

A man cannot eat more than three meals a day, or live in more than one house at a time. If you have what you need, and more than you need, what is the use of adding to it?

todos a los que cuidamos y amamos han de morir. ¿Y no es todo nuestro canto un lamento porque todo lo que es verde y bello ha de pasar, como las sombras sobre una llanura, sin dejar rastro? ¿Qué canción, por bella que sea, puede aliviar esta angustia?

The most wise are those who know how little they know!" They

Everything is difficult," she whispered. "Maybe that's something else that I've learned.

Nothing is ever truly gone... Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow." -Hem at Zelika's grave

Not even I can see all ends, but I have been in this world long enough to know that a choice is not choice and breeds slow ills, even were it done for the highest reasons.

Earlier, watching her apply mascara with ritual concentration, he'd wondered just how beautiful a woman had to be before she believed it.

You know the good thing about digging your own grave? You always make it just the right size.

The good thing about living alone is, you can say things out loud without worrying about how crazy they sound.

There's a weight to having a destination and a purpose, even if that purpose is saying hi to a stranger as he's leaving a cemetery. It tethers me, the way being a mother used to. It makes me feel as though I'm part of something more important than myself.

The day will only be as good as the thoughts you have.

There was loss wherever she looked, even in the world of her imagination.

Literature is the equivalent of the climate scientist's computer simulations: set up some new starting conditions, run the whole complicated process and see what happens.

Cuando eres joven deseas cosas, cuando eres mayor deseas desearlas.

If the spirit of a place has anything to do with what a poet makes, then it must be the intensity of light (two f-stops brighter than New York) and the extreme geography that so infuse the mind in Provincetown and make one more reflective. With all that jazzed-up light, the excitement of photons bounding off water and sand, even the ordinary air says, Notice me. … the function of art is to wake us up to the very life we are living.

The world wasn't perfect. Life wasn't perfect.