Quotes About Reflection

As individuals, we have enormous difficulty thinking the negative. We see patterns all around us, and each new day brings new evidence that confirms our belief in them. Thinking through the hypothetical "What if I am wrong?" is not something that comes naturally. Having other people around whose sole interest lies in doing just that not only serves as an external corrective, it also pushes us to think in a way that our thoughts do not naturally go.

Let's take a drive into the middle of nowhere with a packet of Marlboro lights and talk about our lives.

Men, he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. You're American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it.

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

Who is Spain? Why is Hitler? Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?

But how can one be warm alone?

All you've got to do is lie there a few minutes and die a little.

He was working hard at increasing his life span. He did it by cultivating boredom.

The years are too short, the days are too long.

I have some decades to spare. Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?

It was truly a splendid structure, and Yossarian throbbed with a mighty sense of accomplishment each time he gazed at it and reflected that none of the work that had gone into it was his.

Mi problema con la soledad es que la compañía de otros nunca ha sido una cura para ella.

How much older can you be at your age?

Miért éppen én? – ez volt állandó panasza, és a kérdés helyes volt.

He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

It was truly a splendid structure, and Yossarian throbbed with a mighty sense of accomplishment each time he gazed at it and reflected that none of the work that had gone into it was his. There

How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast.

Yossarian's attitude towards his roommates turned merciful and protective at the mere recollection of Captain Black. It was not their fault that they were young and cheerful, he reminded himself as he carried the swinging beam of his flashlight back through the darkness. He wished that he could be young and cheerful, too. And it wasn't their fault that they were courageous, confident and carefree.

Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?' Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. 'This long.' He snapped his fingers. 'A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you're an old man.

Yossarian was not sure he liked being invested in.

I used to get a big kick out of saving people's lives. Now I wonder what the hell's the point, since they all have to die anyway.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die. He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

It was odd how many wrongs leaving money seemed to right.

he had grown too old for fun, he no longer had the time.