Quotes About Reflection

Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.

Sometimes we have to face the things that hurt us most. Maybe you won't heal till you do. You haven't yet." They both knew that was true. "You can't move ahead until you bury the past.

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn't say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she'd survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.

Percival guessed that his prey preferred to listen, letting her friends carry on with whatever amusing nonsense filled their lives, while she privately assessed their habits, cataloging their strengths and faults with clinical ruthlessness.

U svakom mom retku, u svakoj mojoj re?i, u svakoj ta?ki nalaziš se i ti, kao polen.

I wish to live in peace with myself and not with the world.

I dislike people who get out of things unscraped. No scars, no scratches. Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Refined through a scar.

Opasno je naginjati se nad tu?om prazninom, a u pustoj želji da se u njoj, kao na dnu bunara, ogleda svoje sopstveno lice; jer i to je taština. Taština nad taštinama.

Ispod toga sam bio zapisao pre nekoliko ve?eri, kada mi je postalo jasno da Euridika više ne?e do?i: Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Ožiljkom jednim oboga?en.

Kozorogi, što me nisi poštedeo toga! Što si mi pomogao da srušim spomenik od zlata, od mesa, od mese?ine. Euridiko sliko, Euridiko senko, Euridiko — kurvo kamenjarko!

Veliko vam hvala, gospo?o, idem da potražim ku?u u kojoj sam živeo. Ne, hvala vam, više bih voleo da budem sam.

Speech is oft repented, silence never

A person must stand very tall to see their own fate.

I learned that objects in our life are meaningless and unimportant. It is the spirit world that is important. Jewelry and fancy homes have no real value. We should judge ourselves through our good deeds.

Movies about space raise those questions of what we're doing here, and that inevitably introduces a spiritual dimension.

The true purpose of illustrated journaling [is] to celebrate your life. No matter how small or mundane or redundant, each drawing and little essay you write to commemorate an event or an object or a place makes it all the more special.

Remember: Writing is drawing.

It's ironic that people speak of artists as dreamers. I think they are the most grounded people around. Conscious and present. As an artist, you really see life, connect with its beauty, and create something that shares those observations with others. You notice things.

Life is just a long succession of small epiphanies.

Mistakes are lessons in disguise and accurate reflections of your true state. Maybe you need to slow down. Maybe your initial expectation was actually what was wrong. Maybe you need to draw more often.

Time is short. Don't waste it beating yourself up.

Get used to eating cold toast. Draw your breakfast every day. Then eat it.

I wasn't born a fool. It took work to get this way.