Quotes About Reflection

Çok zaman?m oldu düÅŸünecek. Sana bir ÅŸey sormak istiyorum. En son çirkinlikten öncesini hat?rlayam?yorum. Çok güzel miydi Samuel? Senin gözünde güzeldi, çünkü sen kurmuÅŸtun onu. Bence sen onu hiç görmedin, kendi yarat?n? gördün sadece.

Kar??mda nadasa b?rak?lm?? koskoca bir arazi duruyor, yan?mda da nadasa b?rak?lm?? koskoca bir adam. Ä°sraf gibi geliyor bana. Ä°srafa gücüm yetmediÄŸi için de kötü bir his verir. Hayat?n? nadasa b?rakmak iyi bir his mi?

Yes, it meant something." Then he said, "Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have sharper feelings or clearer thoughts now than when you were ten? Do you see as well, hear as well, taste as vitally?" "Maybe you're right," said Adam. "It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me," said Lee, "that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to a man.

The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.

So we go into this happy new year, knowing that our species has learned nothing, can, as a race, learn nothing

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

Hayatlar?m?z bizden ayr?l?nca nas?l yaÅŸayabiliriz? GeçmiÅŸimiz olmadan kendimizi nas?l tan?yaca??z? Hay?r, hay?r. B?rak kals?n. Yak gitsin.

You know, Mr. Trask, once I had a wife. I made her up just as you did, only mine had no life outside my mind. She was good company in my little room. I would talk and she would listen, and then she would talk, would tell me all the happenings of a woman's afternoon. She was very pretty and she made coquettish little jokes. But now I don't know whether I would listen to her. And I wouldn't want to make her sad or lonely. So there's my first plan gone.

Azt mondják, tiszta vágás gyógyul be leghamarabb. Nincs szomorítóbb dolog a szememben, mint az olyan kapcsolat, amelyet nem tart össze más, csak a ragacs a postabélyeg hátán. Ha nem láthatod, nem hallhatod, nem érintheted meg a barátodat, legjobb, ha hagyod, menjen isten hírével.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

Damn you, I want to think. I'll want to take this off alone where I can pick it apart and see. Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

I ain't never done nothin' that wasn't part sin, said John, and he looked at the long wrapped body. p. 241

Contemplate the workings of this world, listen to the words of the wise, and take all that is good as your own. With this as your base, open your own door to truth. Do not overlook the truth that is right before you.

And like any dog, like any savage, I lay there enjoying myself, harming no man, selling nothing, competing not at all, thinking no evil, smiled on by the sun, bent over by the trees, and softly folded in the arms of the earth.

No one can be a great thinker who does not recognize that as a thinker it is his first duty to follow his intellect to whatever conclusions it may lead.

We were in a cell together in a Colonial prison, along with hundreds of other people from 2010. It wasn't very comfortable. No beds. No chairs. You just had to sit on the floor in your own filth. And my filth, I noticed, was stupendous.

We continually move backward and forward in time as we use our stories to describe who we were, who we are, and what we hope we will become. Storytelling

live your way into the answer.1 —RAINER MARIA RILKE'S ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET

History. The more of it you have the more you have to live it. After a little while there gets to be too much of it to memorize and maybe that's when empires start to decline.

You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind.

Driving is boring, Rabbit pontificates, but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.

What is this? He has a sensation of touching glass. He doesn't know if they are talking about nothing or making code for the deepest meanings.

One world: everybody fucks everybody. When he thinks of all the fucking there's been in the world and all the fucking there's going to be, and none of it for him, here he sits in this stuffy car dying, his heart just sinks. He'll never fuck anybody again in his lifetime except poor Janice Springer, he sees this possibility ahead of him straight and grim as the known road.

Thirty-six years old and he knows less than when he started. With the difference that now he knows how little he'll always know.