Quotes About Reflection

When it is a long damp November in my soul, and I think too much and perceive too little, I know it is high time to get back to that boy with the tennis shoes, the high fevers, the multitudinous joys, and the terrible nightmares. I'm not sure where he leaves off and I start.

Well, if you are a writer, or would hope to be one, similar lists, dredged out of the lopside of your brain, might well help you discover you, even as I flopped around and finally found me.

If some people didn't have something juicy to chew on, their choppers would prolapse, their souls with them.

When people ask me where I get my ideas, I laugh. How strange—we're so busy looking out, to find ways and means, we forget to look in.

books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. there is nothing magical in them, at all. the magic is only in what books say , how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. of course you couldn't know this, of course you still can't understand what I mean when I say all this. you are intuitively right, that's what counts.

Cuántas veces la gente toma y te devuelve tu propia expresión, tus más escondidos y temblorosos pensamientos?

I wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forest and watch the birds and collect butterflies

Montag watched the great dust settle and the great silence move down upon their world. And lying there it seemed that he saw every grain of dust and every blade of grass and that he heard every cry and shout and whisper going up in the world now.

N'est-ce pas agréable de se promener à cette heure de la nuit ? J'aime humer les choses, regarder les choses, et il m'arrive de rester toute la nuit debout, à marcher, et de regarder le soleil se lever. (Clarisse McClellan)

Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don't use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition.

You ask Why to a lot of things are you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.

We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, some day we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember, every generation.

lui doveva andarsene, uscire, respirare l'aria libera della notte, conoscere le libere acque della notte che correvano verso mari più grandi e più liberi.

You as Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.

had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man

I don't talk about things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk about the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

If the men were silent it was because there was everything to think about and much to remember.

But now, falling here, with everything over, I'm not jealous of you anymore, because it's over for you as it is for me, and right now it's like it never was.

Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said, quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.

I've heard the rumors about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years. Do you know why? I don't, that's sure! Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes!

My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think.

Los libro sólo eran un tipo de receptáculo donde almacenábamos un serie de cosas que temíamos olvidar. No hay nada mágico en ellos. La magia solo está en lo que dicen los libros, en cómo unían los diversos aspectos del Universo hasta formar un conjunto para nosotros.