Quotes About Reflection

I am a reader. Yes, I am that, a reader with nagging back pain.

What is life if not a habitation to loss?

Throughout our marriage, we would go for weeks without exchanging more than perfunctory communications, sharing little but the bewildered quiet. And you think that I am lonely now? Heavens. I wish I'd listened to Chekhov, or had read him then: "If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.

Death is the only vantage point from which a life can be truly measured.

It's just that our memories are rarely where we think they are.

I realised when it came to men, I did not pick the beautiful or the correct. I picked the wrong one.

I don't hesitate when buying green bananas, but I'm slowing down.

Some days are not new book days.

I have reached the age where life has become a series of accepted defeats—age and defeat, blood brothers faithful to the end.

Literatura e groapa mea cu nisip. E locul meu de joaca, in ea imi construiesc fortaretele si castelele, acolo petrec momente glorioase.

Other people are hazy phenomena that become corporeal only in my memories.

We are condemned to repeat the past whether we remember it or not.

most of us believe we are who we are because of the decisions we've made, because of events that shaped us, because of the choices of those around us. We rarely consider that we're also formed by the decisions we didn't make, by events that could have happened but didn't, or by our lack of choices, for that matter.

Her appearance has changed as well, and I don't mean just the intense reticulation of lines and wrinkles, the true stigmata of life.

Mark Twain's quote: "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.

I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it.

You looked inhuman when you were dying, Doc, your eyes glistened like dimming stars, you were wasting away and life was leaving you piecemeal, your soul no longer fit your body, you hated it and I hated it and I couldn't recognize you and I couldn't see you and I was frightened and I never knew what to do, I looked for the man I love in you and I searched for who I used to be around you and I couldn't find either.

From Pessoa: "Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me.

I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out which is worse: the dark inside, or the darkness out.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

At my dying hour, and over my long life,A clock strikes somewhere at the city's edge.