Quotes About Reflection

We lived a dot-to-dot life, never thinking too much about the future.

I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from you thought you understood.

You have to open up to the world and learn optimism...Contentment with the past, happiness with the present, and hope for the future. Learned optimisim.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

Reading became my sanctuary," Belle continued. "I found so much in those books. I found histories that inspired me. Poems that delighted me. Novels that challenged me…" Belle paused, suddenly self-conscious. She looked down at her hands, and in a wistful voice, said, "What I really found, though, was myself.

I played a role. That is what actors do. But I played it too well. I went too far. And by the time I wanted to stop, to take a bow and leave the stage, it was too late.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Should you ever decide, in those small dark hours, to hang yourself, well, that is your choice. But don't hunt for the rope until morning. By then you'll find a much better use for it.

Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.

I need a name for this ink ... A name for the feeling you get when you see someone again. After many years. Someone lost to you. Or so you thought. And you remember them a certain way. In your mind, they never age. But then suddenly, there they are. Older. Changed by time. Different, but exactly the same.

Mirrors only show us what we are. Books show us what we can be.

I look around myself wildly, my heart bursting with grief and fear and joy. I am leaving, but I will take this place and its stories with me wherever I go.

What's done is done. Whether to you, or by you, and you cannot change it. But what's not done is not done. And there, both hope and hazard lie.

we woke as if from a nightmare only to find that the ugly are still not beautiful and the dull still do not sparkle.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't think of the past. And of all the things he'd lost. He thought only of the present, and what he had. And how it was so much more than he deserved. And he prayed then that he would never, ever lose it.

He had known the rarest of things -love, real love - he'd held it in his hand and he'd thrown it away. What was left for him? A lifetime of second-bests

I think we all make mistakes. What matters is that we don't let our mistakes make us.

I try to remember that hard knocks leave dents.

if these mortals only knew, if they had the merest understanding of the grave, and of the eternity they will spend lying in it, they would eat chocolate for breakfast, caviar for lunch, and sing arias as they slopped the pigs.

Ghosts are not the dead, come back from the grave to torment the living; ghosts are already here. They live inside us, keening in the ashes of our sorrows, mired in the thick, clutching mud of our regrets.

Mirror, mirror on the wall... who will bring about my fall?