Quotes About Reflection

i gotta stop saying how stupid could you be? I'm beginning to feel like people are taking as a challenge

Life Lessons FROM LOSS If you experience loss, it doesn't means you lost. it means you've been blessed with an opportunity to take a moment, realize how special someone or something has been to you, and go through new doors that were closed to you before.

He looked up. His mouth stayed where it was and noise quit coming out of it. Yes, Asil thought, the other's awe soothing the feathers that had been ruffled by the wait, I am beautiful.

To naked eye, dear sir, you're whole, but to Elohim's eyes, you're cause to shiver! Have you not yet gleaned your unnatural role? You're not the archer, sir...you're just his quiver!

Why do my movies make people feel so dead inside?

Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are, and what you've meant to me.

It was a rare thing for someone in his position to see what death was, not in the instant but in the aftermath, where all its energies were absorbed.

consoling himself with the thought that one day

He hadn't judged her, though, nor had he condemned her. He'd simply seen the point she'd reached, beyond ever redeeming herself. Maybe

he had done the right thing without thinking, and had lost everything in the process.

It didn't matter, though, how weakly sentimental the catalyst had been, only that he'd been receptive to it.

He'd always found it vaguely depressing, and yet it shouldn't have mattered that the world was full of people he'd never know when he'd removed himself so completely from the world anyway. This

Something was ending. Even if it had been awful, my life was ending, and it felt like this wasn't my life anymore. It was someone else's. And I had decided that I'd just live inside it, see if anyone noticed, and maybe it would become mine. Maybe I would love it.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir

One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples.

Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.

J'aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray, barren canvas that our lives had become.

The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?