Quotes About Reflection

Even now he could feel the start of the long journey, the leave taking, the going away from the self he had been.

Tas, kas jums vajadz?gs, nav gr?mat?s vien! Mekl?jiet to ar? daudz kur citur — vec?s gramofona plat?s, vec?s film?s un vecos draugos, mekl?jiet dab? un paši sev?. Gr?matas ir tikai viena no tvertn?m, kur glab?jam to, ko baid?mies aizmirst. Gr?mat?m paš?m nav ma?iska sp?ka. Šis sp?ks ir tam, kas gr?mat?s pateikts, tam, kas Visuma gabali?us m?su priekš? sadiedz vienot? vesel?.

When life is over it is like a flicker of bright film, an instant on the screen, all of its prejudices and passions condensed and illumined for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, 'There was a happy day, there a bad one, there an evil face, there a good one,' the film burned to a cinder, the screen went dark.

Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don't watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you're doing and it's the first time, really.

Leisure." "Oh, but we've plenty of off hours." "Off hours, yes. But time to think?

Wherever I land, next time I'll look close, swear to God.

She's dead. Let's talk about someone alive, goodness' sake.

Y cuando murió, comprendí que yo no lloraba por él, sino por todas las cosas que hacía. Lloraba porque nunca volvería a hacerlas.

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

Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself (Bradbury 63). This text not only describes what Jim is seeing, but also scared of what he does not know. He sees that is glanced back, of how he described the maze.

it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty.

Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down and read a page as many as ten times, aloud.

Todos temos que abandonar algo quando morremos, dizia-me o meu avô. Uma criança, um livro, um quadro, uma casa, um muro ou um par de sapatos. Ou um jardim acabado de plantar. Algo que tenhamos tocado de uma certa forma, para que a nossa alma possa ter um sítio para onde ir quando morrermos. E quando depois olharem para essa árvore ou essa flor que plantámos, é como se olhassem para nós.

Los libros están para recordarnos lo tontos y estúpidos que somos. Son la guardia pretoriana de César, susurrando mientras tiene lugar el desfile por la avenida: «Recuerda, César, eres mortal.»

From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But, lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Birinin öldüÄŸünü bildiÄŸinizde, ard?nda b?rakt??? hava, yapt???n?z her hareketi, soluk alp veriÅŸinizi bile engeller.

The Toynbee Convector" was born because of my reaction to the bombardment of despair we so frequently find in our newspaper headlines and television reportage, and the feeling of imminent doom in a society that has triumphed over circumstances again and again, but fails to look back and realize where it has come from, and what it has achieved.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did.

Ne laissons pas le torrent de la mélancolie et de la philosophie débilitante noyer notre monde.

Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you?

It was indeed a time between, one second their thoughts all brambled airedale, the next all silken slumbering cat. It

when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

I was able, obviously, to answer all of the above. I named the sickness: my tearing up the strips. I found the cure: go back to collecting, no matter what. I did. And was made well.

Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.