Quotes About Reflection

turn off the bullshit for the moment, Jack. Turn off that lawyer brain of yours and the thinking three steps ahead and the self-absorption and that overriding love of money you have, and answer me seriously and honestly.

Let's still not ever do this again, Wilson said to himself. Agreed, himself said back.

Por supuesto, nada de todo esto tiene el menor sentido si te detienes a pensarlo —añadió Hester. —Nunca lo ha tenido.

Estaba pensando. En eso de ser ficticio y tal.

all our suffering is an expression and a reflection of the distance between reality and our desires and beliefs.

How can you say goodbye to someone who is a part of you?

I'm not trying to save the world, much of it is not worth saving.

She was tired of being afraid, so impossibly weary of her own fears that a part of her wanted to sit on the quite beach forever. If she sat in the sand forever,she wouldn't have to face the troubles that often seemed to define her life. As a tear descended her cheek, she wiped it away, turning toward the sea.

and when the twilight of that ride is finally upon us, we will look at the trail we have taken and at the signs of our passage. And though our tears will be many, we will know that great lives have been lived, and that our memories will forever bind us together.

I listen....because I don't have any answers.

Annie didn't reply, her own words about death reminding her of the terror that had consumed her when she dropped beneath the waves. In that blackness, she hadn't thought about those she loved, or of all that she'd done. On the contrary, she'd been reminded of what she hadn't done. And the fear of never doing such things had filled her with a longing she hadn't known.

Upper lamp on lowest gain glowing down to white sheets and yellow hair and golden skin—so much gold for so little skin—and all of it, the gently rising flat tummy, the wide eyes closed or shielded or hidden, the positively dreamlike sweep of lines from throat to forehead and back again to the partial view of more yellow hair, but tufted, promising more hair and more gold . . . all of it glowing back up into the lamp, shaming it. Shaming me.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

It's a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff

It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

I wonder how many people I have looked at all my life and never really seen.

Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

I am sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It's small mining-- small mining. You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.