Quotes About Reflection

He writes Before I die I want to and draws a line. He writes it again. Then he writes it a dozen more times. "After we fill these up, we can keep going on the front of the building and down the other side. It's a good way to figure out just why we're here.

Maybe. Maybe not. Whether it's filler or not, I'm pretty glad to be here." If there's anything I've learned, it's that you need to make the most of it. "It mattered enough for you not to jump.

But maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

When you're looking back, you can't look forward. And sometimes you run smack into something and hit your head.

On my bed, I sit down and flip through the cut-up books one by one, reading all the cut-up passages.

I love the world that is my room.

Guys like Ryan Cross have a way of reminding you who you are, even when you don't want to remember.

A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

I am staring at the place where the floor used to be. All I can think is how one minute the floor was there and now it's not. How you could go through an entire day, every day, not thinking about the floor or the ground because you just assume it will always be there. Until it isn't.

The wall is a place to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away. Anything interesting or weird or even halfway inspired goes up there.

Before I Die I Want To Know A Perfect Day.

I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?

I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't.

And sometimes I say and do things without thinking. People don't like that.

And then I go up to my room, climb onto a chair, and contemplate the mechanics of hanging.

You're actually not a bad guy, Jack Masselin. But I'm not sure you know it yet.

we dont remember days, we remember moments

It's funny how the bad things stay with you and the good things sometimes get lost.

You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for." Not that I'm one to talk.