Quotes About Reflection

One must simplify the world to discover something new about it. The problem comes when, long after the discovery has been made, people continue to simplify.

Pale winter sun Is beatin' the ground Why'm I throwin' away The best thing that I've found My young heart's in tatters and I'm sure That it will be a long time healing It's so hard to see what I'm doing this for When loneliness is all that I'm feeling

Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died.

We remained in our seats as everyone around us stood with the personal items they had rushed to retrieve. Why do people always do that? It's not like they can go anywhere.

Right now I would submit that lack of self-knowledge is an existential risk. An inability to act with global intent and consideration of multigenerational timescales is an existential risk.

I was once again doing something I didn't want to do, and once again I didn't know why. I was leaving the beach to drive back "home" where it was cold and wet. While the mountainous city of Asheville was certainly a beautiful place, I felt better near the ocean. I'm not saying the ocean is better than mountains, fields, cities, rivers, or anywhere else; the ocean was simply my preference.

His questions led me to comprehend that I had a rare treasure: life experience.

A single moment that lasts a lifetime, still poisoning anything I come close to, to this day. Every person I touch.

And this book was an attempt to be with these feelings, also to find a place that will allow both to remember all the time without dying of it and to forget without killing.

Jag vill lära mig att skilja minnet från smärtan. Eller åtminstone delvis, så mycket det är möjligt, för att allt som varit inte ska vara till den grad indränkt i smärta. Då ska jag kunna komma ihåg dig mer, du förstår: jag ska inte frukta varje gång minnets brinnande smärta.

Sorgen dömer den levande till en ensamhet utan like, som ensamheten i vilken sjukdomen innesluter den sjuke -

Un corpuscolo trasparente brillava in me, una scintilla, dorata, luminosa. Lo sapevo: ero io, la mia anima, la mia essenza, il senso della mia esistenza. È nata con me, pensavo, e con me morirà... e non sapevo che avrei potuto sopravviverle a lungo, divenire io stessa un'esiliata, un essere umano inaridito. E una bugiarda... che candidamente senza batter ciglio, osa dire: io.

Sprofondò in se stessa, cancellando tutto quello che le stava attorno, quel peso opprimente e insopportabile. Fuggì, anche se nessuno se ne accorse.

What do people see in me on the first impression? ... Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

The grief was always there, the foundational color of her eyes.

Och han är död, jag förstår nästan betydelsen av dessa ljud: Barnet är dött. Jag erkänner att dessa ord rymmer en sanning. Han är död. Han är död. Men hans död, hans död är inte död.

Amore è il fatto che tu sei per me il coltello con cui frugo dentro me stesso". -------- Non si può guarire solo con le parole. Ammalarsi sì. Probabilmente non è molto difficile. Ma consolare? Far riviere? Per questo occorre vedere degli occhi di fonte a sè, toccare delle labbra, delle mani, un corpo che si ribella e strepita contro le tue idee infantili di astrattezza "pura". Cosa c'è di puro? Cosa c'è di puro in me ora?

Get up, go and be like him as much as one alive can be like the dead—without dying. Conceive him, yet be your death, too, almost. Like him be now, but only till the shadow of his end falls on the shadow of your being.

il silenzio preserva la saggezza

Sono saggio soprattutto riguardo alle cose che non so

Si Asaf trecea uneori prin starea aceasta, dar nu stia cum sa o descrie in cuvinte si prefera sa nici nu încerce macar, pentru ca daca exprimi ceva in cuvinte, acel lucru ramane pentru totdeauna si te urmareste ca o sentinta pronuntata impotriva ta.

One of the greatest skills any leader can master is becoming comfortable with silence.

What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am