Quotes About Reflection

It was a stillness I knew; this was how a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had a quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe

I see you are philosopher by nature.

Hay cosas tan terribles que no podemos entenderlas inmediatamente. Y hay cosas —desnudas, farfullantes, indelebles tan horrorosas— demasiado terribles para que lleguemos a entenderlas jamás. Sólo más adelante, en la soledad, en la memoria, nos damos cuenta: cuando las cenizas se han enfriado, cuando ya se han marchado los dolientes; cuando miras a tu alrededor y te encuentras, para tu sorpresa, en un mundo completamente diferente.

Well, a change of scenery may be good for you, said Hobie when I went down to see him before I left. Even if the scene isn't what you'd choose.

liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.

To try to make some meaning out of all this seems

We were silent, contemplating the awfulness of this, me feeling as if I had experienced in these few words the entire weight and sweep of Kotku's life, and Boris's.

it's our task to immerse ourselves...while keeping eyes and hearts open...

sen ona hangi yüzünü gösterirsen o da büyük bir samimiyet ve derinlik illüzyonu yaratarak sana deÄŸiÅŸtirmeye gerek bile duymadan senin ayn?n? yans?t?yor, oysa asl?nda kendisi t?pk? bir ayna kadar k?r?lgan ve s??.

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things—naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror—are too terrible to really ever grasp at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory, that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself—quite to one's surprise—in an entirely different world.

I knew my mother's feet, her clothes, her two-tone black and white shoes - and long after I was sure of it I made myself stand in their midst, folded deep inside myself like a sick pigeon with its eyes closed.

What's worth living for? what's worth dying for? what's completely foolish to pursue?

Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything—or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

passed—Snoopy, Ronald McDonald

But still I was young.

The silence between us was happy and strange

He seemed to be talking partly to himself. "That's what he would have wanted. The parting gilmore, the death haikus—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak someone along the way. 'A tea house amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.

Dear Jesus, he said, pressing thumb and forefinger into his tightly shut eyes. What a privilege it is to stand before you this day! What a blessing to pray with You! Let us be joyful, joyful, in Your presence! What's he talking about? thought Harriet, dazed. Her mosquito bites itched, but she didn't dare scratch them. Through half-closed eyes, she stared at her feet.

Forgive me for all the things I did but mostly for the things I did not.

lo extraño era más bien descubrir en el presente un fragmento tan brillante del pasado vivo, dañado y erosionado pero no destruido.

It was like staring into a clear pool that seemed shallow, inches deep, but you might toss a coin in that glassy water and it would fall and fall, spiralling down forever without even striking the bottom.

The swish of the oars and the hypnotic thrum of dragonflies blended with his academic monotone.

By quarter of ten I was sitting on the floor of my room at Hobie's house with my mind reeling like a spun-down top wobbling and veering from side to side.