Quotes About Reflection

the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect.

They cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow.

I've always thought that we are what we remember, and the less we remember, the less we are.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Niciodat? omul nu trebuie s?-?i dea moartea, nici m?car s? ?i-o cheme. Omul are moartea în m?duva oaselor, din clipa în care s-a pl?m?dit... Vezi tu, Darie, în via?? po?i s? chemi, dac? e?ti nezdrav?n la minte, ?i moartea. Moartea ori o chemi, ori n-o chemi, tot vine când î?i este dat s? vin? ?i... te ia...

Eu n-am tr?it. Abia acum am început s? pricep via?a. Auzi? S? mor!... ?i s? r?mân? atîtea c?r?i necitite de mine!... S? se fi întîmplat ?i s? se întîmple atîtea pe lume, atîtea, de care n-am mai avut timp s? aflu, s? aud.

Generations from now, when historians write about these times, they might note that, in the early decades of the twenty-first century, the United States succeeded in its great and historic mission--it globalized the world. But along the way, they might write, it forgot to globalize itself.

I don't enjoy eating humble pie.

Ultimately, our questions must emerge not from mental categories, but from deep within the heart. They must rise to the surface of our beings as we sit in silence, so that they are not just the old questions which we raise whenever we have nothing else to talk about or just for the sake of argument. They need to be the questions which make a difference in our lives.

No one who hasn't taken a vigil for the night and had it out with God can get to the place where their love and faith become real. We

Good and bad lies within and without one other loses its mean and essence."

Human as an intellectual being needs answers about the existence for the purpose of knowing the way to live."

The inner world: those spiritual apartments to which we are reluctant to admit strangers.

I got a few gray hairs to testify to my wisdom, two grand babies, and a long, black dildo named Harry.

I hate birthdays.

The narrator finds that as a maturing character grows in stature before her friends that she sees less stature while evaluating herself.

What Beka recognized in herself as 'change' began, as far as she could remember, the day she decided to stop lying.

When we don't put the brakes on our self-absorption, we have nothing stopping us from total self-destruction. We become the fruits of our actions.

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.

The dead are too much with us.

The absence of a monument can, in its own way, be something of a monument also.

Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today.

All of these things considered, it is not surprising that one can detect echoes, correspondences and even an eternal return or two within the work of a single author. The passage of time does bring changes, yea and alas; but still, I would recognize myself anywhere.

To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago."