Quotes About Reflection

Perhaps he was fit for the life of a hermit. Give up all of his worldly possessions and go live in a hut on a shelf of rock and watch the sunrise every morning. Up before the sun! What a dreadful idea; he shuddered.

Tom says to Richard: You asked what I missed about the job. And that's it. But his tone had changed. The vanished fame, the lost acclaim, the old success.

mind," he said. "I'll just get it then.

Humility is freedom from your own driven ego.

He was big, that Sid. He was a force, a character, and I wondered fleetingly if Sally and I would ever seem as big to our offspring as Sid had seemed to us.

That's the thing about interviews, at some point you're going to change your mind. But it's there forever and you can't escape it.

However, I hold it admirable that this wife — your lady, sir — can find love and marriage consonant." I thought that sadness coloured her voice, and suddenly a series of pictures flashed on my mind's eye:

Pain is a very precious gift. Do not waste it.

I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.

How could I lose sight of him so easily? He was such a dear, good man. What could I have been thinking? I go up to get dressed for work and stopped to kiss him like I meant it, another thing that I don't do enough. He slapped my butt as I left the kitchen to get ready for the day. I sang off-key in the shower.

How could I lose sight of him so easily? He was such a dear, good man. What could I have been thinking? I got up to get dressed for work and stopped to kiss him like I meant it, another thing that I don't do enough. He slapped my butt as I left the kitchen to get ready for the day. I sang off-key in the shower.

Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty. —ELIE WIESEL

Regret is an appalling waste of energy. You can't build on it. It is only for wallowing in. —KATHERINE MANSFIELD

But I couldn't ignore it. I mean, I guess I couldn't. Ignoring stuff is always an option, up until it kills you.

I felt this would be the point where a human would sigh, so I sighed.

I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

I really needed to get around to setting that one-second delay on my mouth.

Fucking up a planet, even part of a planet, for no reason was kind of a big deal, and I was surprised they had gotten away with it. Okay, no, I wasn't surprised.

At thirty-seven hours since arrival, I sat up. I said, aloud, "That was stupid." Everything was clear, sharp. Note to self, never, ever jump into a gunship with a bot pilot and fight off a construct Attacker code again. You almost deleted yourself, Murderbot.

Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now.

I was trying not to think about all the ways I'd screwed up and what might happen next, a future that was bound to include even more creative screw-ups on my part. I had gotten used to the former and I hated going back to the latter.

I didn't need as much air as humans did, but I needed some, and it was really cold out there, in the colony ship's shadow. This meant that if the life-tender failed it would take me longer to die so I'd have longer to feel dumb about it than a human would.

I needed to have an emotion in private.

I'm tired of entirely new things," Tremaine said. "I don't understand most of the old things yet.