Quotes About Reflection

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.

He's more myself than I am

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.

In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

Le tengo constantemente en mi pensamiento, aunque no siempre como una cosa agradable. Tampoco yo me agrado siempre de mí misma. No hables más de separarnos, porque eso es irrealizable.

Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono uguali.

No sé de que estarán hechas nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

No sé de qué estarán hechas nuestras almas; pero, sean de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!