Quotes About Reflection

I never showed up in her dreams, I am certain, as people we kep in our memories rarely have a place for us in theirs.

A glimpse into the depth of other people's misfortunes makes us cling to the hope that suffering is measurable. There are more sorrowful sorrows, more despondent despondencies. When we recognize another's suffering, we cannot avoid confronting our own, from which we escape to the thought of measurability. Well, at least, we emphasize. Our capacity to console extends only to what we can do to console ourselves.

Lilia's mother had married the wrong man. It was like boarding a train that never takes you in the right direction, let alone to the destination you have in mind. The farther it travels, the less point there is in going on, and the lesser in getting off.

Rather, I want one day to be able to say to myself: Dear friend, we have waited this out.

Night for those sound sleepers was a cocoon against time. For me, I wanted to believe, it was even better. Time, at night, was my possession, not the other way around.

How do I measure Fabienne's presence in my life—by the years we were together, or by the years we have been apart, her shadow elongating as time goes by, always touching me?

I wished, too, that life could be reset, but reset from when? From each point I could go to an earlier point: warning signs neglected, mistakes aggregated, but it was useless to do so, as I often ended up with the violent wish that I had never been born.

The daughter who had escaped the sad fate envisioned by her mother had become a mother herself, and was now horrified that the ghost of her mother's fear had decided to make its home in her own heart.

Though evasion rarely leads to joy; there is, one must admit, a sense of joy if one can dissect something, oneself included, with precision.

Reading, however, is a kind of private freedom: out of time, out of place.

In retrospect little makes sense - perhaps all stories, rather than once-upon-a-time, should start this way.

What a long way it is from one life to another: yet why write if not for that distance; if things can be let go, every before replaced by an after.

What one carries from one point to another, geographically or temporally, is one's self. Even the most inconsistent person is consistently himself.

start each day with that i don't understand

Where did that dog Waga ie no that used to be here go? inu wa izuko ni I thought about him yukinuramu once again tonight koyoi mo omoi before I went to bed. idete nemureru How is a person's poetry

Meditation is silence. If you realize that you really know nothing, then you will be truly meditating. Such truthfulness is the right soil for silence. Silence is meditation.

I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?

I just want to thank everyone who made this day necessary.

Losing is a learning experience. It teaches you humility. It teaches you to work harder. It's also a powerful motivator.

Boy, Whitey, I hope I never see my name up there. To Whitey Ford during scoreboard tribute on opening day to recently deceased Yankees.

Recognize the other person is you.

Find a spot on Earth that is comfortable for you. Keep that spot clean physically or in your mind. Think about the spot when you are away.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Events are the best teacher for us. You try to learn from people, there is always some bend to it.