Quotes About Reflection

Les Étais soutiennent la Maison Jusqu'à ce que la Maison soit achevée Puis les Étais se retirent Et adéquate, droite, La Maison se tient seule Et ne se souvient plus Du Foret et du Charpentier - Telle est exactement l'expérience rétrospective D'une Vie accomplie - Un Passé de Planche et de Clou Et de lenteur - puis tombent les échafaudages Et s'affirme une Âme -

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

I am out with lanterns looking for myself

Conosco delle vite di cui potrei fare a meno senza dolore alcuno altre un istante d'assenza delle quali sarebbe un'eternità queste ultime scarse di numero non sono nemmeno due le prime un orizzonte di moscerini facilmente supererebbero

I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

There's been a death in the opposite house

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul –

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?

But – should the play Prove piercing earnest – Should the glee – glaze – In Death's – stiff – stare – Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest – Have crawled too far!

Saber que somos temporalmente eternos es reconfortante, aunque nada más sepamos.

We meet no Stranger but Ourself.

And only the waves reply.

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

Être pour soi une aventure, Tel est le destin de l'âme, Suivie d'un seul lévrier : Sa propre identité.

Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?

Who counts the wampum of the night to see that none is due?

Morii per la bellezza ma ero appena abituata alla tomba che uno che morì per la verità fu deposto in una stanza attigua Mi chiese piano "Perché sei mancata?" "Per la bellezza" risposi "E io per la verità sono una cosa sola noi siamo fratelli" disse Così, come congiunti che si incontrino di notte parlammo fra le stanze finché il muschio raggiunse le nostre labbra e coprì i nostri nomi.

Non parlavo mai - se non sollecitata. In quei casi - brevemente - a voce bassa. Non mi riusciva di vivere nella confusione. Mi vergognavo del chiasso.

XVI: A BOOK. There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!

Pero con quien cavila mientras el resto no deja de parlotear, con esta persona soy cautelosa. Temo que sea una gran persona.

or maybe love is summed up in moments - that day in the park, the time you had chinese food by candlelight, when the boy you liked left a message, finally, on your machine. maybe the telling of those moments is even better than the moments themselves.

That's what being Jewish is: summoning the means to question who you are and how you have behaved. Have you remained alight in the darkness of cruel wishes,..? Have you forgiven? Have you lived up to the standards of your one and only heart?

Perhaps this was the point of travel, keeping bits of daily life to ground us while feeling also altogether stretched at the wideness of the world.

travel cracks open the globe, shows us people and forests we would never otherwise experience, but ultimately it must also hold a mirror.