Quotes About Reflection

But the fact is, I looked at my life and realized I already had what people sought in marriage.

In the mirror, Mariam had her first glimpse of Rasheed: the big, square, ruddy face; the crooked nose; the flushed cheeks that gave the impression of sly cheerfulness; the watery, bloodshot eyes; the crowded teeth, the front two pushed together like a gables roof; the impossible low hairline, barely two fingers widths above the bushy eyebrows; the wall of thick, coarse, salt-and-pepper hair. Their gazes met briefly in the glass and slid away. This is the face of my husband, Mariam thought.

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.

The moment is brief, barely enough for a flutter of the pulse but long enough for her illusory self to catch up with the reality of the woman gazing back from the shopwindow. It is a little devastating. This is what aging is, she thinks as she follows Isabelle into the store, these random unkind moments that catch you when you least expect them.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

They say, find a purpose in your life and live i. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life has a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.

tuve la sensación de que estaba viendo dos caras al mismo tiempo, la que conocía, la que era mi primer recuerdo, y otra, una segunda que estaba escondida bajo la superficie

Revenirea in casa copilariei ma face sa simt dezorientat, ca si cum as citi finalul unui roman pe care l-am inceput si apoi l-am abandonat, cu multi ani in urma.

Hubo muchas razones por las que me desplacé a Hazarajat en 1986 con el objetivo de encontrar a Hassan. La más importante de ellas, que Alá me perdone, era que estaba solo.

It's what I always remember about being up here," Babi said. "The silence. The peace of

There is no accounting for how the mind works. This moment, for instance. Of the thousands and thousands of moments my mother and I shared together through all the years, this is the one that shines the brightest, the one that vibrates with the loudest hum at the back of my mind: my mother looking up at me over her shoulder, her face upside down, all those dazzling points of light shimmering on her skin, her asking did I know how good and strong God had made me.

Tot ce ar putea genera ar fi regret, imi spun eu, si la ce ar fi bun regretul? Nu aduce nimic inapoi. Ce am pierdut este irecuperabil.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.

Ar fi trebuit sa fiu mai draguta cu ea. Asta e un lucru pe care in mod sigur nicio persoana nu il va regreta niciodata. Nu-ti vei spune niciodata la batranete: A, imi doresc sa nu fi fost draguta cu acel om. Nu vei gandi niciodata asa.

Ma gandesc la el acum, necajit si pierdut, clatinandu-se pe picioare prin desert, iar pe poteca din spatele lui se afla toate acele bucati marunte si stralucitoare pe care viata le-a luat de la el.

me pregunté si el perdón se manifestaría de esa manera, sin la fanfarria de la revelación, si simplemente el dolor recogería sus cosas, haría las maletas y se esfumaría sin decir nada en mitad de la noche.

Aku telah pergi cukup lama untuk melupakan dan dilupakan.

But in my quiet moments, in those long rides in the back of a bus or the bed of a truck, my mind always circles back to…

Ik deed Sohrabs deur dicht en vroeg me af of vergiffenis op die manier opbloeit: niet met het trompetgeschal van een openbaring, maar met de pijn die zijn boeltje pakt en midden in de nacht onaangekondigd wegglipt.

A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.

They say, Find a purpose in your fine and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never hand in mind.

They made her aware of her own lowliness, her plain looks, her lack of aspirations, her ignorance of so many things.

Bilo bi pogrešno re?i da je Sohrab bio tih. Tišina je mir. Tišina je okretanje dugmeta za glasno?u života. Muk je pritiskivanje dugmeta za isklju?ivanje. Gašenje. Svega.

She shook the dice in her hands, seemed to reconsider.