Quotes About Reflection

Thoughts, ideas, and suggestions.

Serena was forty, had never been married, and was lonelier than she'd ever been in her life.

as Serena thought back on their overall relationship, she couldn't deny how obsessive and protective he had been when it came to his smartphone.

It's never pleasant to have one's unquestioning beliefs put in their historical context, as I know from experience, I can assure you.

Everybody had been in their twenties then; well, round about thirty. Now, from round about seventy, all those years of maturity or the prime of life or whatever you called it looked like an interval between two bouts of vomiting.

I thought to myself how much more welcome a faculty the imagination would be if we could tell when it was at work and when not.

As far back as she could remember, she had gone in for day-dreams about what clothes, jewellery and the like she would wear if, like her admired and adored Marie Antoinette, she were somehow to find herself facing public execution. A country GP's visit was hardly on that scale, but the principle held.

Lyall felt he could not say which of two things was harder to put up with, the Abbot's conversational style, with its bland coherence and assumption of severely limited cogitative powers in the hearer, or his recurrent look of pleased surprise as each fresh piece of evidence of his wisdom or moral worth turned up, but between them they were likely to implant in certain minds a hardy seed of revolt.

To write things down as luck wasn't the same as writing them off as non-existent or in some way beneath consideration.

The bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation, Dixon thought. 'You bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation', he said.

Malcolm said nothing to that. He swayed from side to side in his chair as a way of suggesting that life held many such small puzzles.

Het is nooit prettig om je diepste overtuigingen in hun historische context geplaatst te zien worden.

At 4 o'clock in the morning while the world sleeps off its judgment... (page 214)

Mother says I have no heart for my own kind. She doesn't know. I have too much. I know what we have done, and what we deserve.

En ello residía la belleza de la especulación. Era

Life teaches me a hundred things every day, and I forget ninety-nine of them, sometimes all hundred of them. I forgot once again never to take anything for granted

Life teaches me a hundred things every day, and I forget ninety-nine of them, sometimes all hundred of them.

You walk down the street and people are just graveyards, really.

The concerns and methods vary, but there is to it all, at bottom, a message that is unmistakably Luddistic: beware the technological juggernaut, reckon the terrible costs, understand the worlds being lost in the world being gained, reflect on the price of the machine and its systems on your life, pay attention to the natural world and its increasing destruction, resist the seductive catastrophe of industrialism.

Ruhe gibt es nicht, bis zum Schluss. Und dann? Auch am Schluss steht noch ein Fragezeichen. (There is no peace until the end and even then there would still be a question mark.)

Es una vergüeza, ¿sabe usted? Es una vergüeza vivir. La nada era tranquila y buena. En calma, apacible e ignorada, giraba en su bondad. Entonces also se movió, brotaron malas convulsiones ¿Qué demonio era el causante? ¿Qué diablo empujó la nada dándole vida? ¿De qué se vengaba? ¿Por qué deben pensar los condenados a la vida? Es una enfermadad , una horrenda maldición...

No había dos clases de vida, como ella había creído en aquella noche embriagada: la vida en reposo y la vida en movimiento. Sólo existía la vida, que crecía hacia su encuentro con la muerte.

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me...