Quotes About Reflection

It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet if it was not altogether depressing that feeling. After all, if you were small, the grimy beetle crawled on- which was just what you wanted to do.

We live as we dream--alone...." ? Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary

Love and regret go hand in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of the clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.

don't like work— no man does—but I like what is in the work, the chance to find yourself.

He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.

brooding over the upper reaches, became

Can't say I saw any road or any upkeep, unless the body of a middle-aged negro, with a bullet-hole in the forehead, upon which I absolutely stumbled three miles farther on, may be considered as a permanent improvement.

We stopped, and the silence driven away by the stamping of our feet flowed back again from the recesses of the

At present he was answering questions that did not matter though they had a purpose, but he doubted whether he would ever again speak out as long as he lived.

pero una quietud silenciosa se asentaba a sus riberas.

Vivimos igual que soñamos: solos.

Now who art thou, that on the bench wouldst sit In judgment at a thousand miles away, With the short vision of a single span?

Facing the only gas-lamp yawned the cavern of a second-hand furniture dealer, where, deep in the gloom of a sort of narrow avenue winding through a bizarre forest of wardrobes, with an undergrowth tangle of table legs, a tall pier-glass glimmered like a pool of water in a wood. An unhappy, homeless couch, accompanied by two unrelated chairs, stood in the open.

He was not occupied with the question of what to sacrifice for; the fact of sacrificing in itself afforded him a new and joyous sensation.

In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom

Thou'rt wise, and knowest better than I speak. And as he is, who unwills what he willed, And by new thoughts doth his intention change, So that from his design he quite withdraws

I don't like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself.

We live as we dream - alone

um homem deveria enfrentar sua má sorte, sua consciência, e todas essas coisas. - Ora - o que mais há para se combater?

recollect thee now That thou this very day hast drunk of Lethe;

To think that I have wasted years of my life, that I have longed for death, that the greatest love that I have ever known has been for a woman who did not please me, who was not in my style! Part 4

Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straight-forward pathway had been lost

I don't like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself. Your own reality--for yourself not for others--what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

Du calme, du calme, adieu.