Quotes About Reflection

Sydney thought about it for several moments. "Well. I've got a car." An hour later, I vowed I'd never make fun of that Mazda again.

Heaven? Probably not with my behaviors.

Life's like that," he said. "As we grow and change, sometimes things we've experienced before take on new meaning. It'll happen for the rest of your life.

You are the world, Letha..

As we grow and change, sometimes things we've experienced before take on new meaning. It'll happen for the rest of your life.

Don't be sorry you loved him.

She laughed softly. "Therapy isn't so much about what I think as you do." "Then why do it at all?" "Because we don't always know what it is we're thinking or feeling. When you have a guide, it's easier to figure things out. You'll often discover that you already know what to do. I can help you ask questions and go places you might not have on your own.

A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask. He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in for thinking what I'm thinking.

I don't know what to think about this new, responsible Rose.

You've crossed into Death, into the other side, and returned. Do you think something like that doesn't leave a mark on the soul?

So why," she muttered to herself, "am I always breaking up bar fights?

Pretty, huh?' I asked. My breath made frosty clouds in the air. 'I guess in some ways, it's not that different from the ski resort's view... but I don't know. I feel different about it today.' 'Life's like that,' he said. 'As we grow and change, sometimes things we've experienced before take on new meaning. It'll happen for the rest of your life.

In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

Siamo tutti responsabili delle nostre esistenze... e dobbiamo vivere con le conseguenze delle scelte che facciamo.

What was one more foolish decision in a life full of them?

Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

You know what? As sad as I know this will make you, ladies, I'm going home and to bed. Alone.

Why did that hurricane ever have to hit? Why did I ever have to come here in the first place?" "Because," Etienne said gently, "maybe this is the place you're supposed to be.

Never does a man portray his own character more vividly than in his manner of portraying another.

No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.

True merit is like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes.

After passing four hundred Italian slave laborers swaddled in rags, Eric Sevareid took inventory of his own sentiments: "a kind of dull satisfaction, a weary incapacity for further stimulation, a desire to go home and not have to think about it anymore—and a vague wondering whether I could ever cease thinking about it as long as I lived.

Where, precisely, was Private Anthony N. Marfione when he died on December 24, 1942? What were the last conscious thoughts of Lieutenant Hill P. Cooper before he left this earth on April 9, 1943? Was Sergeant Harry K. Midkiff alone when he crossed over on November 25, 1942, or did some good soul squeeze his hand and caress his forehead? The dead resist such intimacy. The closer we try to approach, the farther they draw back, like rainbows or mirages.