Quotes About Reflection

My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.

Nos abrazamos mientras pensaba en cuántas noches había permanecido tendido despierto en aquella estancia, amándole en silencio.

A silence, in which I felt him moving deep among his memories.

La culpa me inmovilizaba en la cama como si se tratara de un ancla. Solo me hizo mover el recuerdo hiriente de Quirón. «No renuncies a las cosas con tanta facilidad como hiciste una vez».

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

I had never thought of having children, but looking at him, for a moment I could imagine it. As if I peered into a well and far below glimpsed a flash of water.

Lassù le costellazioni ruotano e tramontano. La mia natura divina sfolgora in me come gli ultimi raggi di sole prima di tuffarsi nel mare. Un tempo pensavo che gli dèi fossero opposti alla morte, ma adesso vedo che sono più morti che altro, poiché sono immutabili, e non possono trattenere nulla nelle mani. Per tutta la vita mi sono sempre spinta avanti, e adesso eccomi qui.

I could imagine my half-sisters with their long golden hair and painted eyes, bent on pretty knees.

But I had been a stranger to myself turned to stone for no reason I could name.

I should have known better than to call upon the gods.

I had a little pride, as I have said, and that was good. More would have been fatal.

He regarded me a moment, in silence . "So?" Something in the way he spoke it drained the last of my anger from me. I had minded, once. But who was I now, to begrudge such a thing? As if he heard me, he smiled , and his face was like the sun .

Ma dernière pensée est pour Achille.

But in a solitary life, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

No tengo otro recuerdo de mi madre y es tan perfecto que estoy casi convencido de que es fruto de mi imaginación.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.

La estupidez del ser humano me hace gracia.

We are all made of memories

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

Her mouth tightens. "Have you no more memories?" I am made of memories. "Speak, then.

You care more for him in death than in life.

Yo me había escapado y ahora estaba eufórico, disfrutando de la vertiginosa luz de la soledad. Era la primera vez que estaba solo desde hacía muchas semanas.

I don't either," he said. "I thought I might, but I don't." The days turned, and the months, and two years passed.

I see his face as if through water, as a fish sees the sun.