Quotes About Reflection

A necessidade de falar impede não só de escutar mas também de ver, e nesse caso a ausência de qualquer descrição do meio exterior é já uma descrição de um estado interno.

After all, my dear fellow, life, as Anaxagoras has said, is a journey.

The broad daylight of habitual memory gradually fades our images of the past, wears them away until nothing is left of them and the past becomes irrecoverable.

I tried to speak to Mamma but my voice broke, and, bursting into tears, I stayed for a long time, my head on her shoulder, crying, tasting, accepting, relishing my grief, now that I knew that it had departed from my life, as we like to exalt ourselves by forming virtuous plans which circumstances do not permit us to put into execution.

The reason why life may be judged to be trivial, although at certain moments to us, it seems so beautiful, is that we form our judgement ordinarily, not on the evidence of life itself, but of the mental images which preserve nothing of life and therefore, we judge it disparagingly.

Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself.

And perhaps the resurrection of the soul after death is to be conceived as a phenomenon of memory.

Appreciate your life with greater intensity.

For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.

this early Swann in whom I can distinguish the charming mistakes of my childhood, and who, incidentally, is less like his successor than he is like the other people I knew at that time, as though one's life were a series of galleries in which all the portraits of any one period had a marked family likeness, the same (so to speak) tonality

La muraille de l'escalier où je vis monter le reflet de sa bougie n'existe plus depuis longtemps. En moi aussi bien des choses ont été détruites que je croyais devoir durer toujours, et de nouvelles se sont édifiées, donnant naissance à des peines et à des joies nouvelles que je n'aurais pu prévoir alors, de même que les anciennes me sont devenues difficiles à comprendre.

At last, in Albertine walking with the lady in gray down the little street that led to the bath-house, I saw before my eyes a fragment of that past which seemed to me no less mysterious and terrifying than I had feared when I imagined it enclosed within Albertine's eyes and within her memories.

Even when one is no longer interested in things, it is still something to have been interested in them; because it was always for reasons which other people did not grasp. The memory of those sentiments is, we feel, to be found only in ourselves; we must go back into ourselves to study it.

Self-interest implicit in not being wrong in our pre-judgment limits the time we shall remember it and encourages us to believe we never indulged in it.

The peculiar tendency which he had always had to look for analogies between living people and the portraits in galleries reasserted itself here,

Vakit kaybetmemek için yataktan kalkt?m, ama ac? beni oldu?um yere çiviledi: O gitti?inden beri ilk kez yataktan kalk?yordum.

The world is going too far in these days. As my poor Octave used to say, we have forgotten God too often, and He is taking vengeance upon us.

What is utterly detestable is the Victor Hugo of the last stage, the Légende des Siècles, I forget all their names. But in the Feuilles d'Automne, the Chants du Crépuscule, there's a great deal that's the work of a poet, a true poet! Even in the Contemplations,

Marcel retrospectively remembers moments of anxious anticipation just as he imagines in advance moments when he will have forgotten what he is now feeling. For in fact we negotiate with the memory of our emotions, as much as, if not more than, with our raw emotions themselves.

Y, a partir de aquel instante, yo no tenía que dar ni un solo paso, el suelo caminaba por mí en aquel jardín

Men who believe that their work will last—as was the case with Elstir—form the habit of placing that work in a period when they themselves will have crumbled into dust. And thus, by obliging them to reflect on their own extinction, the thought of fame saddens them because it is inseparable from the thought of death

Bizim için büyülü anahtarlar? olan içimizdeki derin, nüfuz edemeyece?imiz yerlerin kap?lar?n? açan yol gösterici oldu?u sürece, okuman?n ya?am?m?zdaki rolü sa??lt?c?d?r.

there is a way of separating one's dreams from one's life which so often produces good results that I ask myself whether one ought not, at all costs, to try it, simply as a preventive, just as certain surgeons make out that we ought, to avoid the risk of appendicitis later on, to have all our appendices taken out when we are children.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.