Quotes About Reflection

To finish is a sadness to a writer- a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.

Somehow they felt they were living in a moment when history pauses and takes stock and changes course.

There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?

Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

Her self was an island.

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

Kino escuchó el leve romper de las olas de la mañana en la playa. Era estupendo...Kino volvió a cerrar los ojos y atendió a su música interior. Quiza sólo él hiciera eso, y quizá lo hiciera toda su gente. Los suyos habían sido una vez grandes creadores de canciones, hasta el punto de que todo lo que veían o pensaban o hacían u oían, se convertía en canción...

I love you," I said. And I do. I really do. And I remember thinking what a hell of a man a man could become.

He stopped, feeling lonely in his long speech.

The calm and the sorrow were so great that they bore down on his chest, and the loneliness was complete, a circle impenetrable.

There can't be any world without Samuel. How could we think about anything without knowing what he thought about it? What would the spring be like, or Christmas, or rain? There couldn't be a Christmas.

What can it profit a man to gain the whole world and to come to his property with a gastric ulcer, a blown prostate, and bifocals?

I think when a man finds good or bad in his children he is seeing only what he planted in them after they cleared the womb.

You know, Suzy, they ain't no way in the world to get in trouble by keeping your mouth shut. You look back at every mess you ever got in and you'll find your tongue started it.

Awright—take 'im." He did not look down at the dog at all. He lay back on his bunk and crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. From

My great complaint is that the only possession I carry about with me is a bag of losses. I am the owner solely of the memory of things I used to have. Perhaps it is well--for I seem to love them more now that I have them not.

An' I got to thinkin', on'y it wasn't thinkin', it was deeper down than thinkin'.

You got to think about that day, an' then the nex' day. Jus' take ever' day.

He stepped outside and looked up at the stars swimming in schools through the wind-driven clouds.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past? [...] How if you wake up in the night and know -and know the willow tree's not there? Can you live without the willow tree? Well, no, you can't. The willow tree is you

I had made myself believe that the eyes are not the mirror of the soul. Some of the deadliest little female contraptions I ever saw had the faces and the eyes of angels.

And then the men lay down and put their heads in the girls' laps and looked up into their faces. And they smiled at each other, a tired and peaceful and wonderful secret.

His mind grinned inward at itself.

Una's death struck Samuel like a silent earthquake. He said no brave and reassuring words, he simply sat alone and rocked himself.