Quotes About Reflection

Sometimes I wonder, if being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

It had been so close that day. If he'd known all that would come after, would he still have fought so hard to survive?

There's that short moment that seems to last a lifetime when Mark sees the wall of water rushing down the steps of the subtrans station, like a stampede of white, frothy horses. He wonders a thousand things. How he got there. What's happened above them in the city. Is his family dead. What does the future hold. What's it like to drown.

Religious or not, everyone celebrates Christmas in one way or another.

She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.

Oh, if Plato could see me now ! Aristotle, traveler of time!

If everything they'd been insisting was true was in fact true, he didn't want to face his past even if he could.

You asleep with your eyes open?" she asked him. Thomas tried to smile. "No. Just thinking about how much my life sucks." "Mine does too. Sucks big-time. But I´m glad I´m with you

Be mindful even if your mind is full.

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.

I also became close to nature, and am now able to appreciate the beauty with which this world is endowed.

Trust and belief are two prime considerations. You must not allow yourself to be opinionated. You must say, 'Wait. Let me see.' And above all, you must be honest with yourself.

There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by the river in which I had most wanted to kill him. He now had that same relaxed, enjoying look of belonging anywhere he happened to be, and particularly in the woods.

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

I was standing in the most absolute aloneness that I had ever been given.

After four hours I passed slowly from the country of 'nine-fingered people and prepare to meet thy God' into the drive-ins and motels and Homes of the Whopper but all I could see was the river.

Not a good man. Drinks too much in an uncreative way.

The river and everything I remembered about it became a possession to me, a personal, private possession, as nothing else in my life ever had. Now it ran nowhere but in my head, but there it ran as though immortally. I could feel it -- I can feel it -- on different places on my body.... In me it still is, and will be until I die, green, rocky, deep, fast, slow, and beautiful beyond reality.

It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

Failure is an enigma. You worry about it, and it teaches you something.

A picture will leave me unmoved if I don't take time with it, but if I stop, and let myself get a little lost, there's no telling what might happen

Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.

I like to be alone so I can write. But focus can hurt you. I don't want to be some stress casualty in early middle age.