Quotes About Reflection

All your life has been a journey to find an identity.

I see you're in a hurry to get someplace. It's a great mistake to hurry." "Why?" Joe asked, puzzled by almost everything the traveler said. "Because the grave's our destination," Mr. Sedgwick said. "Those who hurry usually get to it quicker than those who take their time.

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

Though loyal and able and brave, Pea had never displayed the slightest ability to learn from his experience, though his experience was considerable. Time and again he would walk up on the wrong side of a horse that was known to kick, and then look surprised when he got kicked.

He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.

I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call

she remembered them kindly, for there was a sweetness in boys that didn't last long, once they became men.

It seemed to him harder, as he got older, to find a simple way of life.

The thing that Buffalo Hump was most grateful for, as he rode into the emptiness, was the knowledge that in the years of his youth and manhood he had drawn the lifeblood of so many enemies. He had been a great killer; it was his way and the way of his people; no one in his tribe had killed so often and so well. The killings were good to remember, as he rode his old horse deeper into the llano, away from all the places where people came.

You ought to take more chances, I said. I took too many earlier, she said. I'm sorry.

I sometimes think the sexual organs were put there to keep the human race humble, she said. They've certainly kept me humble.

You're the only man I know whose brain don't work unless it's in the shade.

Several times in his life he had felt an intense desire to start over, to somehow turn back the clock of his life to a point where he might, if he were careful, avoid the many mistakes he had made the first time around.

He wondered if all men felt such disappointment when thinking of themselves. He didn't know.

He was tired of seeing his family only in dreams.

I think we spent our best years fighting on the wrong side.

I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.

Why would you want to keep in practice being wrong?" Call asked. "I'd think it would be something you'd try to avoid." "You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it," Augustus said. "If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day—that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

But once in a while, even if nobody mentioned one, the thought of women entered his head all on its own, and once it came it usually tneded to stay for several hours, filling his noggin like a cloud of gnats. Of course, a cloud of gnats was nothing in comparison to a cloud of Gulf coast mosquitoes, so the thought of women was not that bothersome, but it was a thought Pea would rather not have in his head.

I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad.

Without realizing it, he had been wasting time—years and years of time, time that would never be his again. He had failed to take advantage of the diversity of opportunity that had been, all along, available to him.

The other men were easy to talk to, but they didn't know anything. If one stopped to think about it, it was depressing how little most men learned in their lifetimes.

It was as if his whole life had suddenly lodged in his throat, a raw bite he could neither spit out nor swallow.