Quotes About Reflection

I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with? If the answer is no, then will the lapse of time or a change of geography really fix the problem? And regardless of the answer, what does the mere question say about my relationship with Andy?

I think about the thin, fragile line separating all of us from misfortune, almost as a way of putting a few coins in my own gratitude meter, of safeguarding against and after happening to me.

She was generally a happy person but had a tendency to live in the past, making frequent references to "when you kids were little.

I also appreciate Amy's forty-something perspective that the thirties are a grind for many, and motherhood isn't the constantly blissful journey everyone thinks it will be when they attend their pink or blue or yellow baby shower.

It doesn't mean a thing. Not a thing. Sometimes, in life, there is no meaning at all.

The late afternoon sun highlighted all her lines and wrinkles, making her look older than I thought of her as. Then again, she probably was in her early seventies by now, which somehow seemed so much older than one's late sixties.

Some thinks will never be okay.

My little girls are all grown-up. I remember when the three of you were in diapers, running around at the pool with your little orange water wings. And now look at you," my mom says, so nostalgic that she seems to forget all her gripes with Belinda. And me for that matter.

Wasn't there something to be said for working to live, as opposed to living to work?

and then realize it's not Peter I miss, but the idea of what I once thought we shared.

Tell me what's going on in your world, Joey

past something

Some things will never be okay.

grocery lists. That was back when I thought my

endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

In other words, rendering loss was a way of honoring life.

There is a time to plan, a time to act, and a time to rest; it is wise to know which is which.

You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.

You have to laugh at yourself sometimes, cause you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

I felt as though i were being shown a photo of someone well loved, and long dead. I didn't want to be reminded of what I no longer seemed to have.

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

I don't trust memory, anyway. Why should I? Memories, however undependable, ought to be the stuff on the sand when the tides of experience recedes. As long as they're part of that process, there's something valid about them, something that ties them to real life.