Quotes About Reflection

The days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret

Sometimes Artt wishes he'd never set eyes on either of these stupid men; had set out alone in search of his island. Could he have managed the voyage on his own? It might have been better to make the attempt, and die trying.

Jenny wouldn't be dead if she'd never crashed into Blanche on Kearny Street. P'tit wouldn't exist if Blanche had never met Arthur. Facts as hard as rocks, and Blanche has to pick her way among them, find her balance, with an acrobat's cocky smile.

Over a lifetime you packed your brain tight with data, like an overstuffed suitcase, only for it all to fall out in the end.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened

They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you'd drained it you'd be reminded you were going to die someday.

Cluain Mhic Nóis

Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.

I looked at my stepmother, and she stared back at me, and our eyes were like mirrors set opposite each other, making a corridor of reflections, infinitely hollow.

Learn even from enemies.

Neither of us mentioned the kissing, so as not to burst the bubble by touching it. So as not to think about what it meant for the two of us to kiss.

Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I watched the sun rise, pass over my head and set. Ladybirds mated on my knuckle; a shrew nibbled a hole in my stocking while I tried not to laugh. Such a day was worth any punishment.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.

When I come to the end of my life ? when I come to the real end, at the right time, my mind may flash with random images... But I am not being hopeful about this when I say my last thoughts will be of love.

It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.

You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, Aren't you glad you had the experience anyway? And you may say No. Eventually, unbelievably, you may not remember the boy that triggered it all. You'll recall all the places you visited, but not how you got there. You'll remember the songs that you listened to.

It requires less mental effort to condemn than to think.

My godfather sad that story was abut taking the chaotic jigsaw of life, making it into a picture and putting a frame around it so that we could look at it, have control over it. Story and art are the humanizing elements of us.

The trouble with death is that there is no next. There is only what was and for that I am profoundly and heartbrokenly grateful.

The trouble with death is that there is no next.

If you have no time for prayer and meditation, you will have lots of time for sickness and trouble.

He clearly indicates throughout his teaching that the time has come when man must make each and every day a spiritual Sabbath by knowing and doing all things in a spiritual light.

Remembering is mental time travel.