Quotes About Reflection

It's been quite a party ain't it?" Lonesome Dove

Augustus remembered his own love for Clara Allen—it had pained him and pleased him at once.

But yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back.

Mrs. Popper smiled, but neither of them spoke again, all the way to Olney.

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.

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.

There was a period when he wanted to go back, when it would have been nice to sit with Maggie a few minutes and watch her fiddle with her hair. But he chose the river, and his solitude, thinking that in time the feeling would pass, and best so: he would stop thinking about Maggie, she would stop thinking about him... But it didn't pass--all that passed were years.

Of course Gus was a great blabber, but his blabbing wasn't really like the chattering the other sports did. He was just full of opinion, which he freely poured out, as much for his own amusement as for anything.

though his day-to-day responsibilities had constantly shrunk over the last ten years, life did not seem easier. It just seemed smaller and a good deal more dull. Call

The thought cross his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

If one stopped to think about it, it was depressing how little most men learned in their lifetimes. Pea Eye was a prime example. 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.

Since sport was what he had been brooding

Ain't this been a hell of a time?

I ain't sick, Gus, Lippy said, a little embarrassed by his tears. Soon he felt a little better. Lonesome Dove was hidden—he could barely see the top of the little church house across the chaparral flats. It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it? he said. You never do know when you'll get back.

I need exercise and solitude. This time of confinement has threatened my sanity!

To doubt everything or to believe everything are two equally convenient solutions; both dispense with the necessity of reflection. -H. Poincare

Did I still remember how to let my mind play?

Dearest, if you can wake in the morning with no pain in your joints and muscles, it's a sure sign that you have died in the night.

A sword could be used on oneself. Just turn it around. Jump from the top of a rock?

You know the truth, now. You know that reason alone is not enough. You must ask for grace . .

When every page has been read and the book has been put down, is the story over? Some stories flow onward through the reader's imagination. Some authors leave playgrounds for the reader's mind

Reading has been very different for me ever since, much lighter, with less attachment.

You may also notice the stillness of the pause between breaths.