Quotes About Reflection

I think anybody who has had a long relationship and has had a really hard time letting go, wants to feel like it's not all for naught, and it's meaningful, because it makes you who you are.

Soy el pensamiento en el baño en la habitación sin espejo.

Maybe it's like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it everything fades away: your worries, your problems, your thoughts. They fade into the smoke, and the cigar and you are at peace.

Forty years' worth of days, and ones like those are the ones I remember most, not because I want to but because I have no choice.

I thank the Lord that, even though things were so wrong in my life here, I finally was brought to the realization of what all those struggles were about. There are some wonderful things from your painful past, things with a beauty you may not have realized at the time.

I am absolutely convinced that meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain; meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure. And that is why we find ourselves emptied of meaning with our pantries still full.

I remember the time an older man asked me when I was young, "Do you know what you are doing now?" I thought it was some kind of trick question. Tell me," I said. You are building your memories," he replied, "so make them good ones.

Teaching at best beckons us to morality, but it is not in itself efficacious. Teaching is like a mirror. It can show you if your face is dirty, but it the mirror will not wash your face.

o my mind, get me to meet me and then onwards, mind your own business.

Your enemies remember you more than your friends.

We are all the products and victims of our own upbringing, until we reflect, refuse, and rebel.

All those who leave immigrate to better lives, but I wanted to better my death. Maybe it is the ending that matter, not the life, I thought. Maybe we, like elephants, walk towards our chosen burials.

Nothing to be proud of, nothing to regret.

Death makes one forgive and love again. We humans only value our losses and regrets.

Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead.

May God grant us the grace to laugh at ourselves.

Singleness can be a wonderful furnace.

Briefly, I tried to imitate her. But, I had only the form, not the substance.

We're all gonna become overweight sponges if we just soak up spiritual data and never get out into the world to be squeezed.

My stories run up and bite me in the leg -- I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.