Quotes About Reflection

Insanity is a gradual process - don't rush it.

Perhaps I would like a glass of whisky. Yes, that seems more likely.

Sempre há um momento em que você começa a se desapaixonar, seja por uma pessoa ou uma ideia ou uma causa, mesmo que seja um momento que você só narra para si mesmo anos após o acontecimento: uma coisinha pequena, uma palavra errada, uma nota desafinada, que significa que as coisas nunca mais serão exatamente as mesmas.

The old me knew. The old me cared. Fine, so far so good. Except that the old me cared so much that he actually got inside his own brain--my own brain--and locked off the bits that knew and cared, because if I knew and cared I wouldn't be able to do it.

I shall sit alone in a darkened room, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything but a little grey old head, and in that little grey old head a peculiar vision of hideous blue and gold dangling things flashing in the light, and the smell of sweat, cat food and death.

Well, there's probably a lot you don't know about me," said Arthur. "Come to mention it, there's probably a lot I don't know about me either.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be." ? Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

He sat and tapped his teeth with a pencil again and watched his sofa slowly revolving on the screen of his computer.

There's only ever been one good answer to that question "Why?" and perhaps we should have that in the alphabet as well. There's room for it. "Why?" doesn't have to be the last word, it isn't even the last letter. How would it be if the alphabet ended, "V W X Why? Z," but "V W X Why not?" Don't ask stupid questions. —

ART: None. The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isn't a mirror big enough—see point one.

Trouble with a long journey like this,' continued the Captain, 'is that you end up just talking to yourself a lot, which gets terribly boring because half the time you know what you're going to say next.

Trillian had come to suspect that the main reason he had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did.

What I lost, I think, was a whole other life. Everybody does that. Every moment of every day. Every single decision we make, every breath we draw, opens some doors and closes many others. Most of them we don't notice. Some we do. Sounds like you noticed one.

Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to work?

It is said that there is nothing surprising about the notion of, for instance, a person suddenly thinking about someone they haven't thought about for years, and then discovering the next day that the person has in fact just died.

SUSAN'S FLAT WAS small but spacious, which was a trick, reflected Richard tensely as he turned on the light, that only women seemed able to pull off.

A bit like a preying mantis that doesn't prey—a non-preying mantis if you like.

It was odd, Kate reflected, that people who needed to bully you were the easiest to push around.

Shaving mirror-pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles.

Arthur's mind was beginning to reassemble itself from the shell-shocked fragments the previous day had left him with.

It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them. On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever. When

Ah . . . ! What's happening? it thought. Er, excuse me, who am I? Hello? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Calm down, get a grip now . . . oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it?

It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some creature, without forming an opinion about them. On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever.

You know because you've been it, and I know because I'm dead and it gives one such a wonderfully uncluttered perspective.