Quotes About Reflection

Two years ago. To the best of my recollection, that was about the time I started to lose my mind.

Freddy, forty is the end of being young. Well, actually thirty's the end of being young forty is where you stop fooling yourself.

Blaze thought: I'm going somewhere. Then he thought: I am somewhere. The first thought made him happy. The second was so big it made him feel like crying.

He swallowed, aware that his mind was broadcasting echoes of itself, helpless to stop, hypnotized by the grinding, Cyclopean eye of posterity.

Yo comprendo que es morir, me parece-dijo de pronto Pearson-. Ahora lo comprendo. No la muerte en si, a eso todavia no llego; pero entiendo que es morir. Si dejo de caminar, punto final. [...]-Observó a Scramm y, con aire sincero, añadió-: Quizá sea como dices. Quizá no baste, pero...No quiero morir. Scramm le devolvió la mirada con aire casi desdeñoso. -¿Y crees que comprender la muerte va a librarte de morir?

Sometimes when he was in the country he would sleep in a barn and wake in the night and go out and look at the stars and there were so many, and he knew they were there before him, and they would be there after him. That was sort of awful and sort of wonderful.

There are no curses, only mirrors you hold up to the souls of men and women.

wonder what I would say at his funeral if someone gave me a dose of Pentothal an hour before the services." (chap. 10)

Garraty thought that memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black hole of nothingness that you came out of. The memories were in a way like the road. Here it was real and hard and tangible. But that early road, that nine in the morning road, was far back and meaningless.

Los recuerdos eran como una línea trazada en el polvo. Cuanto más se retrocedía en ellos, más borrosa y difícil de ver se hacía la línea

It's easy to blame, easy to want revenge. But when you look at things closely, you start to see that every event is locked onto every other event; that sometimes things happen just because they happen. None of us like to think that's so, because then we can never strike out at someone to ease the pain; we have to find another way, and none of the other ways are so simple, or so satisfying.

A man gets older, that's the thing. You don't know nothin about that, but you will. He gets older and his whole life starts to seem like a dream he had durin an afternoon nap.

The first fact was that if Heidi hadn't picked that particular day to try out a little autoeroticism, Halleck would have been on top of his job and his responsibility as the operator of a motor vehicle

And if a collection of bad cells no bigger than a walnut could destroy all those things, those things that are so personal that they can never be properly articulated, so personal you hardly dared admit their existence to yourself, what did that leave? How could you trust life again? How could you see it as anything more meaningful than a Saturday night demolition derby?

Say your name over two hundred times and discover you are no one.

Aber die alten Zeiten haben mich zum alten Mann gemacht, mein Freund, und wenn ein alter Mann Angst hat, dann geht er nicht einfach so auf eine Sache los, wie er's getan hat, als er gerade dabei war, zu lernen, wie man sich rasiert.

He turned in a small circle and looked at the grass, the rocks, the river, the raining sky with its tatters and torn places, the shining bark of the wet trees all around. He could not think of any prayers now. But every movement felt like a kind of adoration.

I mean to express the quality of a memory, in order to say something about this life we live, so much of which is fugitive, so much of which is lost in the living of it.

Do you know what happens when you play a country song backwards? You get your wife back, your dog back and your job back.

Richard Brautigan

I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard

what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.