Quotes About Reflection

R?pinkit?s savo gyvenimu, - pasak? Zajoncas Harvardo studentams. - Jeigu jau tiek pasiek?te, j?s? profesiniai reikalai tur?t? susitvarkyti savaime.

It was in looking at sea gulls that it first occurred to Homer Wells that he was free.

Nana never remembered where you stopped reading, and wherever you started Moby-Dick, Mildred Brewster knew exactly where she was in the story. What my grandmother didn't know was where she was in her own story.

But you don't see with hindsight in a first draft. You have to finish the first draft to see what you've missed.

The past is everlasting.

As often as I feel certain that God exists, I feel as often at a loss to say what difference it makes—that He exists—or even: that to believe in God, which I do, raises more questions than it presents answers. Thus, when I am feeling my most faithful, I also feel full of a few hard questions that I would like to put to God—I mean, critical questions of the How-Can-He, How-Could-He, How-Dare-You variety.

It sounds the same to me, Kid," Molly said. "The new lift takes you to the same old place. It's the same trip, just a faster ride—it's no more or less depressing than it ever was," she added.

There's a reason we're fiction writers, you know—real life sucks; make-believe is our business," I try to tell her.

Do not forget the past; forgive the past.

If your first day of school, like your first tattoo, is a pilgrim experience—well, here was Jack's.

I actually remember my grandfather better as a woman than as a man.

Un Dios escrupuloso o crítico, pensó Wilbur Larch, nos mataría a todos.

Once a Garp, then an Arp, now only an Ar; she knew he was dying. He had just one vowel and one consonant left.

We had learned this fact of Sorrow, previously, from Frank: Sorrow floats.

Imagining something is better than remembering something

Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the sky, A momentary flash, Yet there was time to wish Before the light could die, If I had known what to wish, As once I must have known, Bending above the clean, Candlelit tablecloth To blow them out with a breath.

The only question that I wanted to ask the darkness was the one question Scrooge had also wanted an answer to: "'Are these the shadows of the things that Will be or are they shadows of the things that May be, only?'" But the Ghost of the Future was not answering.

Okay," I said. I still have that photograph, though I don't like remembering any part of the day Carlton Delacorte died.

You are never over your childhood, not until

In the company of grown women among whom Jack remembered being a little boy, he was again a child.

I remember you as a little boy," she told me, not long ago, "but when I look at you now, I don't know who you are." I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself.

The past was where he lived most confidently, and with the surest sense of knowing who he was—not only as a novelist.

You think you have a memory; but it has you! Later

Whom do I know who's alive whom I love? Good question—one that can bring you back to life. These days, I love Dan Needham and the Rev. Katherine Keeling; I know I love them because I worry about them—Dan should lose some weight, Katherine should gain some! What I