Quotes About Reflection

You've turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick." To herself, she muttered, "Man, can I pick 'em.

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother . . .

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fuck. "Clearly it does matter." Rays of sunlight stole

A mindset can shift in the space of a few missed breaths.

But what will I do?" "Sit in here. Contemplate why others might feel moved to throw things at you." As he ducked out of the tent, she yelled, "You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

Those hard-eyed women had been hurt by men. Jane recognized it in them with perfect clarity, because this very mirror reflected the same quality growing in her own eyes every day. She could finally acknowledge that. She would do whatever it took to avoid that fate. Bitterness was a life sentence, and it was one that was entirely avoidable.

Still, Kaderin sighed, unable to help feeling very old and very alone.

Would your sisters frown on the fact that you're attracted to me? She faced him once more. I'm not! Lie to yourself, Lousha. No' to me. I was there with you that night, remember? You might be trying no' to recall it, but it's seared into my head. No, actually I want to recall it—I like to remember my mistakes. So I don't repeat them.

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

A person with a big head and a small heart can learn the doctrines of sin, yet never be convicted of sin.

If we are not spiritually wise in managing our souls, how can we help making a wreck of ourselves?

What you are when you are alone with God, that you are— and nothing more.

Indeed, no one should see too much of their own history or future.

There is no better way to gain perspective on one's life than by gazing upon the heavens.

What had possessed her to kiss him?

I was thinking about his hands on me. Nobody had ever treated me like that. Not ever. But now they had. And how was I ever going to forget it? I would never. I would never.

Life peels us like an onion and every layer is softer and sweeter.

The thing is done; it can't be undone. How can one go back and change a moment passed? Even a moment that should never have come. I fear with the deed I have lost not only my virtue but my life as well. For of all life's betrayers, the heart is the worst. It flutters with joyful anticipation, leading down paths better untrod. Now that I know my heart, I must never follow it again.

If she looked into a fractured mirror, she'd see what he saw.

Blue water extends in rows of gentle ripples to a thin line of barely visible cottonwoods on the far side. The wind dies to a whisper and it's quiet, almost perfectly still except for the snap of grasshoppers leaping from the weeds. To the west the mountains rise suddenly, almost violently from the sandy brown of the plains, layered silhouettes of blue and green and gray rising to a turquoise sky. My heart is filled with the beauty of it all.

She flipped through them again, quickly enough that she created a moving picture of her granddaughter's last few weeks—a cascading waterfall of captured moments.

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.