Quotes About Reflection

Intervemamos, hasta los mas ignorantes, porque de amor y viajes y enredos todos podemos hablar, y decir sentencias que suenan cuanto mas sabias, sobre todo al señalar los errores de los que, lejanos, se someten a la memoria ajena, severa y mentirosa.

Un bon livre, au contraire, ne cherche pas à vous captiver, il vous fait regarder vers le haut (le ciel sans nuage d'été) tout en plongeant au fond de vous-même.

Il faudrait réactiver cette chose délicieuse qui consiste à réfléchir sans se croire obligé d'accrocher au bout de sa pensée une opinion... on est devenu un lecteur mou en réflexion, mais dur en opinion.

Seul le voyage sans billet de retour peut nous sauver de la famille, du sang et de l'esprit de clocher.

J'écris à voix haute dans mon coeur.

We always think of what's missing.

But I treasure those nightmares. They're the only thing that's left of my life from before.

Mais le plus beau voyage dans le temps que je connaisse c'est celui que procure la lecture. On vous croit dans cette pièce alors que vous vagabondez dans d'autres siècles. Et cela sans faire le moindre bruit.

L'instant du départ est si longtemps inscrit en nous que le moment où il arrive nous semblera toujours banal.

Sometimes, solitude is worse than hunger.

Altijd heb ik die foto van Carole Laure bij me. Een gulzige mond en vochtige ogen (...) Carole Laure in mijn bed. Carole Laure die een heerlijk negermaal voor me bereidt (rijst en kip met kruiden). Carole Laure die naast me zit en met wie ik samen in deze smerige, luizige kamer jazz beluister. Carole Laure als slavin van een neger. Waarom niet? (p.21)

Before we even understand what repentance is, we're instructed4 to name, out loud, the harm that we have caused.

My father tells me that the further you get away from an experience, the deeper it roots itself inside of you. Don't fool yourself, baby, he said. Time does not heal and history is not progressive.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

No, solitude did not trouble her. She could spend long minutes gazing out the window, hours listening to the BBC on the public radio station. She relished the very texture of her privacy, its depth of space and freedom, much of an entire day hers alone.

It was the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.

Pretty much all my life I've wondered about my birth parents, wondered who they were, what they were like. But since I had my children, I don't wonder anymore. Because I look at my kids, and I can see the answer. It's right there in their features, in who they are. Everything that isn't Rick and his family must be from my side. It's my kids who are finally showing me where I come from.

Certain feelings and actions become decisions, rather than the other way around.

the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.

In fact, Drew herself had felt shaken, at the reality of those pictures, at their silent reminder - that the people we are closest to can disappear like that, even the people most rooted in our lives, the ones we think of as constant. They too, like Drew herself, would at some point exist merely in images - photographs, recollections.

In the laughing times we know that we are lucky, and in the quiet times we know that we are blessed. And we will not be alone.

Therapy was the biggest romance of my life.

The summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree I passed the farms that made it Through the last days of the century And I knew that I was going to learn again Again, in this less hazy light I saw the fields beyond the fields The fields beyond the fields