Quotes About Reflection

I looked up at the rack of magazines on the wall. There was a handsome man on the cover of one, smartly dressed in a shiny grey suit, striking a dynamic pose. It was an appealing image, but I didn't want to be like him, I didn't want a change of life. I've never not wanted to be me.

That was her life, Rey reflected: a succession of anxious moments, interrupted only by the novelty of occasional panic.

I've thought hard about my psychological connections and I think I've managed to separate out the psychological from the legal, moral, and political.

The peer feedback she gives them is, Look in the mirror. I've got to tell you, you are not what Hitler meant by a master race.

In the light of our culture, these are not unreasonable questions and tactics, but if once again, we try to see the lens through which we look, we can see that there is far too great an emphasis placed on the future.

Imagine that your mouth is a water spout. When you open the valve (speak), whatever comes out is an indicator of what's inside of you.

We are much better able to evaluate someone else's behavior than we are our own.

By pointing out the errors of others, we strive to elevate ourselves above them.

Our tendency to point out the weaknesses of others is a way to avoid facing our own shortcomings and areas needing improvement.

Words have a way of coming back to haunt us.

We've all been there, that deserted island called regret.

The silence lingers and we soak it up like a good steam. Men like silence. We believe in it. We crave it. To us, silence is equal to peace and synonymous with quiet. Thus the common gender-specific phrase uttered by men in homes throughout the world, usually in the evening and on weekends: "Can I please get some peace and quiet, please?

Lost souls, with nowhere to go, nursed their coffees and read old newspapers they'd found left on the benches.

when at last they'd had to admit to themselves that they'd made all the love they could, had been a last meal. Like

What do I know?' said Huw, and Gwyn was frightened by the fear in Huw's eyes. 'What do I know?... I know more than I know... I don't know what I know... The weight, the weight of it!

For at the very moment you have Now, it flees. It is gone. It is, on the instant, Then. Surely.

Sometimes, when I was looking out for my own happiness, I almost forgot you existed.

What story does the picture tell?" Lieutenant Tanaka had said to Hideki. "That's what I'm always asking myself. Not just what's happening in the photograph I take, but what happened before it was taken, and what will happen afterward. How you frame a photo says everything about the story you're trying to tell.

This is what it must feel like to be an ant among elephants , Akira thought. The giant sequoias made her feel small and insignificant, but in a good way. They reminded her that she wasn't at the center of the universe. That there were things that were far older and bigger than she was.

Nick felt a tear rise to his eye at the thought of the child's utter innocence of hangovers.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.

He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.

It's hard for me to think of others because I'm not particularly in sympathy with the music of this century.