Quotes About Reflection

The storied self knows that self is not enough.

We judge the world quite harshly, but we rarely judge noise. We can hide in the noise.

The value of time, and how we experience it, depends on on how we use it: how we feel about our lives — at the time.

To attain knowledge, add things every day. To attain wisdom, remove things every day. Lao-Tzu

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.'" Matthew

did you lose your mind all of the sudden or was it a slow, gradual process?

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

I'll speak for me, though it's hard for me to speak for myself because I don't know who I am

Something about Texas I'm not proud of is that our state murdered 37 people last year alone.

I think I'm always so much more happy with books and movies and stuff. I think I get more excited about well-done representations of life than life itself. - Celine

Yeah, a memory's never finished, if you really think about it.

Even being alone it's better than sitting next to your lover and feeling lonely. - Celine

Thomas Wolfe] says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives, and that, uh, anybody who sits down to write is gonna use the clay of their own life, that you can't avoid that.

I always think that I'm still this 13-year old boy that doesn't really know how to be an adult, pretending to live my life, taking notes for when I'll really have to do it.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

You know, that's what I hate: when you start talking like this, like you just pull in these things from the shit you read, and you haven't thought it out for yourself, no bearing on the world around us, and totally unoriginal.

Erinnerungen sind der Reiseproviant auf dem Weg in die Zukunft.

As you get older, you want less from the world; you just want to experience it. Any barriers to feeling emotions get dismantled. And ordinary things become beautifully poetic.

This is not merely the literary technique of overhearing

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.

Hard it is to suffer through stupid people. They make you feel sorry for them, and if your sorrow is as great as your hurt, you will allow them to go free of punishment, for their eyes are the eyes of dogs that have done wrong and know it, and are afraid.

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.