Quotes About Reflection

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

ONE OF THE LAST GREAT REALIZATIONS is that life will not be what you dreamed.

Age doesn't arrive slowly, it comes in a rush. One day nothing has changed, a week later, everything has. A week may be too long a time, it can happen overnight. You are the same and still the same and suddenly one morning two distinct lines, ineradicable, have appeared at the corners of your mouth.

One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish.

Why is it so difficult to assemble those things that really matter in life and to dwell among them only? I am referring to certain landscapes, persons, beasts, books, rooms, meteorological conditions, fruits.

Other men's sins are before our eyes; our own are behind our back.

Experience is a great advantage. The problem is that when you get the experience, you're too damned old to do anything about it.

There are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.

You always remember your first overdose.

A few years ago we discussed when Sabbath truly begins. When is the precise moment of the setting sun? So I made a rug weaving together black and deep purple. When the light faded enough, and one could no longer tell the difference between the two colors, then Sabbath had begun and prayers could be made.

His absence has only made him more present.

At the docking ring, before the group separated, Picard went to Sisko and the two men shook hands solemnly. "I'm sorry that this is what has brought us together after so many years," he began. "What there is between you and I… I would have liked the opportunity to know you better.

His smile grew into a feral grin. "Beyond all this… and into the mirror.

There must come a moment when the soul knows: this far, and no further. But we are cursed never to hear that warning until it is too late.' – attributed to the remembrancer Ignace Karkasy [M31]

He was sad because he had grown up, and because the years passed like a river that no man could stop.

He took a meditative puff on his stogy, and informed himself that time was a funny thing. Old Man Time just walked along, and he didn't even blow a How-do-you-do through his whiskers. He just walked on past you. Things just change.

I came home from work one day and felt compelled to write a book about free will.

Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.

And then the streetlights came on as always and we looked into one another's eyes— ancient caves with still pools and those little transparent fish who have never seen even one ray of light. And the calm that returned to us was not even our own. (from: 'Never Again the Same')

Poetry is everywhere; it just needs editing.

Sobering up was responsible for breaking up my marriage. That's what it couldn't stand.

Performing is a profound experience, at least for me.