Quotes About Reflection

~The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them ~

Thug Life hit me like the Holy ghost.

People are in your life for a reason, others are there for a season and it's important to realize when those seasons are over.

When you work on your own life, you are less likely to hyper focus on the imperfections of your husband.

The hollows of his face, even in that vibrant, late-summer light, make him look haunted by a memory he hasn't had yet.

Some things remain mysterious even if you think about them all the time.

I think now, so late, too late, of the neighbor's lawn service, using leaf blowers to release herbicide all over their lovely roses. How all of that invisible death didn't disappear into the air. How it coated us, all of us, and that holding pond. How it masked us from ourselves. How it shone through us and we didn't even know it.

I'd wake in the morning, my head fuzzy, sometimes with someone I knew but who was a stranger just leaving, and realize I was one day closer to the end of it all.

Something had sharpened her, and he thought it might be memory.

I've been trying to remember this place," she said, almost plaintively. "I love it here, but the entire time I've felt like it was the one remembering me.

May 6. No prott. But I have been having very odd thoughts.

I marveled at the fact that I had been given such a gift: not just to lose myself in the present moment so utterly but also to have such solitude, which was all I had ever craved

You never know every part of yourself because you never encounter yourself in all situations.

As much as possible, allow yourself to be a raw nerve end that internalizes whatever is experienced in life.

Great are the rewards of an industrious, affluent and quiet life, but even greater is the attraction of the abyss.

very least, we had become a failed state. Was the world a failed state, too?

Progress':a word to choke on, a word to discard and then pick up again, hurl it in the oven like coal, watch it spurl out its own name in black smoke from the chimney of the hunting lodge. I embrace it, and I repeat it, and yet I know no word I or any other human could use will ever be the right word.

If he stared long enough into the comforting oblivion of that microcosm, it washed away everything else, even the shadow of his reflection.

by the time this hold, the doubling and mirroring, has waned as most reigns of terror do, the signs of his hand, his will, will have irrevocably fallen across so many places.

You may be an unintentional avatar, but you are an avatar nonetheless.

The Christmas decorations at the entrance were garish, incomprehensible, partisan. What kind of a country did we live in?

Another week passes into grey oblivion. You're a slow dream, an autumn freeze, a ship on the doldrums. Thoughts come slow and ponderous, like deep sea fish floating heavy and memory-bound to the surface; coelacanth reborn.

What would you have done, reader, who has been able to follow me like the Magician followed me, invisible and ever-watchful and without consequence? *

Everything around you—your office, the conversation in the corridors, the view from Beyond Reach—has acquired a kind of compelling sheen to it, a clarity that comes from knowing you will soon be gone.