Quotes About Reflection

Honestly. There are days when I only open my mouth to change feet.

Those loves have gone beyond now, rocketed off to Antares while you were buffing your table with beeswax polish to get some glow back to your life, make it mean something because that's the fear, isn't it, all this time on the cloud-swathed earth that you haven't done what you were meant to, some large and noble design you've occasionally caught glimpses of, and lost.

Las palabras alivian y los silencios sanan.

When you live alone, your furnishings, your possessions, are always confronting you with the thinness of your existence.

In my view, relationship movies never get old because humanity will never not be confounded by their relationships.

I'm learning the power of going away for the weekend and keeping myself company.

Don't you love my idealism? My hypocrisy? My willingness to sound as loving and naive as possible? At least I know that I don't know anything at all. I can admit it. Can you? Can you look yourself in the mirror in the morning and admit that you are no different from every other bundle of bones on this planet? And maybe the only things that make you different are your hands, the way you touch things, and what happens to them.

I'm not worried about the future as much as I'm worried about the past. About keeping my memories real and not sacrificing them to match the present.

Instead of eating too much, I'm thinking too much and I need to throw up some of these thoughts before something vile happens.

I am grateful to realize that my desires do not entitle me to add to another's suffering.

Live your epitaph

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The salvation of the human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human modesty, and in human responsibility. Vaclav Havel

I am having a quarter-life crisis," I announced to my mother. "My generation never had those, we just had babies and thought about killing them from time to time.

the feeling of being ugly in the body that is probably the most beautiful you will ever have

If this were a chapter in your memoir, wouldn't future you want you to go?

Meant to be?' It's just something people say so that they don't have to look at all the things they did wrong and wish they could take back. Only by the time they figure that out, it's too late.

Wielkie rzeczy kszta?tuj? na swe podobie?stwo ma?e. ?e za? ma?e szybciej id?, mo?na, patrz?c na nie, domy?le? si? wielkich.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

I'm sure I'm not the only wife who feels that—the small relief at his absence. I love him very much, I do; but the house to yourself … No need for conversation or company or the press of his presence

It's bold, but I don't mean to be. It's more of a curious realization. A kiss is on thing. Four thirty in the morning is another.

Stuff always happens, whether a day from now or years, stuff that will make a person glad to be alive, if you can somehow just ride through the self-hatred and the gouging and the bad.

had not lived the life of the girl in New York. She had chosen to go to Iowa,