Quotes About Reflection

Wounds can heal if you pull the thorns out.

We must not run from our unhappiness. We must listen to it. It has much to tell us.

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

I stood there in a trance, the bucket at my feet, listening as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Very. I ground the lenses myself. The left gives you hindsight; the right, foresight.

Quién iba a decirme que escuchar a un chico dormido podía ser mucho más profundo que dormir con un chico.

she had said no. "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.

Death wounds only is you let her.

But what if you don't like your own story. What then?

Only fools rush Death,' said Death

We are not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

I am my head and my heart, all that I know, all that I love, everything I hope for. I am the blue waters of the Rhine, sparkling in the sun.

A veces todavía veo a aquella chiquilla en mi imaginación. Corre y ríe con sus gastados calzones y su levita prestada. Da vueltas por el Patio de Mármol, emocionada por su buena fortuna. Veo a esa chiquilla, pero no la reconozco.

I head out of the Castle van Epp, down to the Promenade. It's snowing. I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhattan for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

I try to think of something to say. Something nice, but not so wildly untrue that I'll embarrass the both of us by saying it. But it's too late. The door slams. The sound echoes through the room. He's gone. Once again.

thought, wondering if the robin had seen the brilliant blue of the sky and felt the sun on its back before its wings were broken.

The Six Who Ruled live inside each of you. - Vraja

She knew that even tiny wounds, left untended, can fester and swell and turn a heart black.

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

Humans are good at denial. Especially when it comes to me.

But Belle, the servants…they tell me you're in there all day. Don't you think a bit of balance is needed? An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story." Belle looked up at him with deep pain in her eyes. What she said next broke his heart for the second time that morning. "But what if you don't like your story? What then?

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words

El mundo sigue adelante, estúpido y brutal. Pero yo no. Yo no.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.