Quotes About Reflection

A dead body reminds me a bit of a bottle of whisky. If you drop the bottle and it cracks, what's inside pours out. It's only natural.

Habit is a horrible thing. I repeated the kiss for which I had so repented.

There was for me nothing that might have been called the pinnacle of my youth, and so no moment for stopping it. One should stop at the pinnacle. I could discern none. Strangely, I feel no regrets.

His friends were probably right when they called it a pitiful little vacant house. He wondered if that had anything to do with the emptiness of his own world.

La memoria è lo specchio degli inganni

Il dolore genuino può maturare soltanto a grado a grado. Somiglia strettamente alla tubercolosi, in quanto il male è già progredito e ha raggiunto lo stadio critico prima che il paziente si sia reso conto dei suoi sintomi.

Those words of my friend were like fertilizer poured over the poisonous weed of an idea deeply planted in me.

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty?

So it is that time reenacts the most curious yet earnest spectacles within the human heart.

Do you really hold your life so cheaply? - Yes.

The thought that his own life was about to cease cleansed his heart, the way peppermint cleanses the mouth.

J'aimerais revivre une fois encore la terrifiante affirmation que j'ai connue à la mort de mon mari. Ce serait sûrement le bonheur.

I ricordi erano causa di ferite ogni giorno più profonde.

Then I noticed the pack of cigarettes in my other pocket. I took one out and started smoking. I felt like a man who settles down for a smoke after finishing a job of work. I wanted to live.

Les oreilles des vieillards ne sont-elles pas de vrais coquillages constamment lavés par le flot et pleins de sagesse ?

Emprender un viaje produce un sentimiento misterioso. Uno cree haberse liberado no sólo de los lugares que quedan a sus espaldas, sino tambien del tiempo que deja detrás de si.

Mes nesusiduriame su savo lemtimi netik?tai. Vyras, kuriam kažkada bus ?vykdyta mirties bausm?, visuomet - pakeliui ? darb? pamat?s elektros stulp?, pereidamas traukinio b?gius - mintyse piešia vietos, kurioje jam bus ?vykdyta mirties bausm? vaizdin?, artimiau su juo susipaž?sta.

Wat een - hoe zal ik het zeggen - verblindend iets was dat hoongelach. Het wrede, bij hun leeftijd passende gelach van mijn klasgenoten leek mij een felle schittering te zijn als van licht, dat van een bundel baderen terugkaatst.

HOW ODDLY SITUATED a man is apt to find himself at age thirty-eight! His youth belongs to the distant past. Yet the period of memory beginning with the end of youth and extending to the present has left him not a single vivid impression.

privilege of contempt for the generality of spiritual activities

To live in the midst of an era is to be oblivious to it style. You and I, you see, must be immersed in some style of living or other, but we're like goldfish swimming around in a bowl without ever noticing it.

He had lost Satoko. And with that he was content. For by now he had learned how to quiet even his subsequent resentment. Every show of feeling was now governed with a marvelous economy. If a candle has burned brilliantly but now stands alone in the dark with its flame extinguished, it need no longer fear that its substance will dissolve into hot wax. For the first time in his life, Kiyoaki came to realize the healing powers of solitude.

go-go hall on my way home from school.

It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.