Quotes About Reflection

La verità è che non abbiamo bisogno soltanto di tranquillità. Ogni tanto dobbiamo essere turbati, tanto per cambiare.

I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered?

You don't have to move, do you? On occasion, maybe, like tonight. But mostly you travel back and forth between your ears.

do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

Se si potesse portare la mente in una lavanderia a secco, vuotare le tasche, ripulire a vapore, rimetterla in sesto e tornare a prenderla la mattina dopo. Se solo… Montag

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

Se non ci ascolteranno, dovremo aspettare ancora. Insegneremo i libri ai nostri figli, oralmente, e i figli a loro volta li passeranno ad altri. In questo modo molto sarà perduto, è chiaro. Ma non si può costringere la gente ad ascoltare: devono arrivarci da soli, quando è il momento, e allora domandarsi cosa è successo e perché il mondo è scoppiato sotto i loro piedi. Perché così non può durare.

I see my grandfather there looking up at that strange drifting light, thinking his own still thoughts. I see me, my eyes filled with tears, because it was all over, the night was done, I knew there would never be another night like this.

If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing. Each tale was a way of finding selves. Each self found each day slightly different from the one found twenty-four hours later.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes, all that.

We haven't been too bad, have we?' 'No, nor enormously good. I suppose that's the trouble--we haven't been very much of anything except us, while a big part of the world was busy being lots of quite awful things.

For fifty years I've watched the grandfather clock in the hall, William. After it is wound I can predict to the hour when it will stop. Old people are no different. They can feel the machinery slow down and the last weights shift.

Where strangers scanned each other's faces and found yesterday's sunrise instead of tomorrow's midnight.

and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.

The Martians were there - in the canal - reflected in the water. Timothy and Michael and Robert and Mom and Dad. The Martians stared back up at them for a long, long silent time from the rippling water ...

Well, when I think of thirty-five years of your life . . . Mrs. Goodwater pursed her lips and blinked her eyes, counting. That's about twelve thousand seven hundred and seventy-five days, or counting three of them per day, twelve thousand-odd commotions, twelve thousand much-ados and twelve thousand calamaties. It's a full rich life you lead, Elmira Brown. Shake hands! Get away! Elmira fended her off.

The boy looked down at his feet deep in the rivers, in the fields of wheat, in the wind that already was rushing him out of the town. He looked up at the old man, his eyes burning, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.

Hear a man too loudly praising others, and look to wonder if he didn't just get up from the sty.

Saben todos en el mundo...que están vivos?

No se puede obligar a la gente a que escuche. A su debido tiempo, deberá acudir, preguntándose qué ha ocurrido y por qué el mundo ha estallado bajo ellos

And I? thought Hollis. What can I do? Is there anything I can do now to make up for a terrible and empty life? If only I could do one good thing to make up for the meanness I collected all these years and didn't even know was in me! But there's no one here but myself, and how can you do good all alone? You can't. Tomorrow night I'll hit Earth's atmosphere.

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.

Will listened, cold but warming, glad to be in with a roof above, floor below, wall and door between too much exposure, too much freedom, too much night.