Quotes About Reflection

Jestli jsou o?i zrcadlem duÅ¡e, pak je Edward v maléru, protože nikdo není doma.

The anger washed away in the knowledge that I was a hypocrite. I don't know how much of it showed on my face, but Jean-Claude cocked his head to one side. "Thoughts are flying across your face, ma petite, but what thoughts?" I stared up at him. "I think I owe you an apology." His eyes widened. "Then this is a truly historic occasion. What are you apologizing for?" I

Perché sei arrabbiata?» Chinai la testa perché aveva ragione. «Non chiederlo, okay? Lascia che il malumore mi passi e proverò anch'io a lasciare che passi.»

Screaming was for when you didn't have anything better to do.

The world was what it was. And no amount of anger, or hatred, or self-loathing, or stubborn blindness would change it.

I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. —THOMAS MOORE

Nothing like near death to get you to practice.

This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't be so bad. But where the hell had I put the receipt, and could you return something that was over twenty years old? Where do you go to get a new life when your old one has you so puzzled you don't know how to fix it? Wish I knew.

The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don't go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.

It was one of those moments when you can look in someone else's eyes and see your own reflection so sharp and true that it slices like glass.

You don't need cheering up. You need a good shaking.

I'm in a pocket of glowing light, protected from complicated relationships and huge mistakes, past and future.

But would it be that easy? To adjust my lens a little? To stop wallowing in all this murky sorrow? To change my attitude, let the sunlight in, fix myself?

Death smashes a crater into your life, and you're left alone to sort through the rubble.

Maybe this is hell, I thought: alone in my house in the middle of the night, stuck in an endless loop of thermal discomfort.

A moment of connection was compensation for the repetitive job of being alive.

Nothing like pointing out mistakes someone else is making to help you ignore your own.

I've lived the life I wanted in my thirties, my forties, my fifties - they're all different lives, with different desires, which you never realize when you're young.

Sweetheart, I know it can be easy to miss when it's your own child—I think I might have missed it with you—but eventually you need to stand back and admire the person they've become. It's almost never the person you wanted, or expected, them to be, but once you can see them as separate from you, it's pretty incredible how much you can respect them for the path they've chosen.

Think before you speak. Take a deep breath, people suggested. Count to ten. Count sheep. Oh, wait, that was for sleeping. Even in her own head, her tongue ran ahead of her brain. It propelled her into all sorts of absurd situations. Elopements. Scandals. This.

Imagination was all very well in the daylight, but it was an uncomfortable thing late at night.

creeping dread that comes when you know you've been in the wrong and have no idea how to make it right again, because you weren't aware of having done anything wrong in the first place.

What a very odd thing,' said Janie, 'to live and leave no mark.

If you don't like the teaching and you don't like the research – why are you doing this?" "Because it's what I thought I wanted six years ago." … Behind him, I could see my bookshelves, crammed with monographs and reference works, all the effluvia of the last six years. "If I don't do this, what do I do?"(437-438)