Quotes About Reflection

and now I laugh at how the world changed me, and I think life chose me . . . after all.

And I will write this down / And then I will not be alone again

Everyone was here to figure something out, not to get something right.

Many days and years and people had passed before she understood that the details themselves were the still and sacred things, that there was nothing else, that the curtain of daily life itself was holy, that behind it was only a void.

Did you ever notice that when you read the same book again and again, the book doesn't change, but you do?

She didn't know exactly when she had first felt the sensation of regret. It was a physical sensation, a shudder that began deep in the stomach and traveled up through the throat; it was distinct from remorse, which one felt first in the throat and only later in the gut. Yet it was regret that she couldn't handle. She did anything she could to avoid it—including the initial bargain, the one that began everything. And now this one.

Sometimes you can only have something you like for a short time, and after that you just have to be happy to have had it when you did, and enjoy the memory of it.

Then there were other reasons for living too, ones that mortals rarely thought of but that raged like fires in Rachel's mind: To correct mistakes. To avoid regret. To accept regret. To change. But none of these seemed possible either.

EVERYBODY AROUND HERE likes to pave their roads with good intentions," the already-was Daniel muttered, "but those roads never seemed to get me anywhere. So I built this one out of stupid mistakes instead.

Mistakes are a very durable building material," the mortal Daniel was saying. "Most people just throw them away as soon as possible and never realize that you can learn from them. But if you do, they can actually hold you up pretty well.

You can't only think about endings," he said. "There's no point to that. Endings are something you and I will never understand.

It had been a long time, perhaps years, since she had heard a man apologize

two thousand years." "Maybe you've been flying

Sometimes its good to contrast what you like with something else. It makes you appreciate it even more.

When you love a woman, you love yourself, and it's terrible really, how it seems perfectly possible to swallow the other. With a man you want to join, you want your ribs to connect like handcuffs. But with a woman if you swallow, she becomes you.

I thought of happy endings, how novelists usually flinched. To admit your characters are doomed means you are too.

For awhile, staring at my paper bag of clothes, my freaked-out eyes in the mirror behind the bar, I convinced myself I would go back to Bell. He was the only man that ever made me feel in life instead of just a spectator, and if he did that by fear and pain, it was still better then when I looked numbly at some man on the couch thinking, I will leave you soon.

After a breakup there's a momentary relief that you're free again. But that's quickly eclipsed by all the good memories you had together and the realization that there won't be any more of them.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

It's so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn't guarantee we'll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.

You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.

I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don't mean.

Maybe when I stop making movies, I'll understand my work better.