Quotes About Reflection

Some scars took longer to heal than others, and some scars, I knew, were necessary. Some things you should never forget.

Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep.

His death only gave me an ending -- it didn't give back what had been taken

These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume my walk, not knowing if this memory is important, or just more of the jumbled trivia of Jenna's life, like sock shopping. Maybe that is all any life is composed of, trivia that eventually adds up to a person, and maybe I just don't have enough of it yet to be a whole one.

I didn't have the luxury of living only in a single moment. I had to live in a hundred fractured moments that held our futures in the balance.

The universe sang your name to me. I simply sang it back.

And yet, when we stopped at the last hamlet and I saw him embrace the elders and leave gifts, saw the hope that he left behind, and remembered it was he who had saved Kaden from the savagery of his own kind, I wondered if anything I felt in my gut really mattered.

When I was halfway between one world and another, a moment of clarity broke through. This is what it was to die. *

except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this one coming from deep within. a numbing furrow slides through her soul, sliding into her brain, a furrow that seperates one part of her heart from the other. and then it goes quiet agani.

If we spend too much time reliving the past, it gets us nowhere,

Seeing Malich dead was suddenly a very small victory. The satisfaction trickled away, like his blood across the floor. His death only gave me an ending-it didn´t give back what had been taken.

Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.

A simple chain we had both cursed had done the unthinkable - it forced us to see the world through each other's eyes.

Killing is different from thinking about killing.

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

I closed my eyes against the thought, knowing that soon the day would cleave in two, forever creating the before and after of my life, and it would happen in one swift act that I could no more alter than the color of my eyes.

My face is full, but also slight, I pale in the bright of light, I whisper sweet to the forest owl, I kiss the air with Wolf's sad howl, Eyes follow me from sea to sea, Yet alone in this world... I will ever be.

I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made of the things we didn't want to forget.

wound goes. It is deep. What. How. Oh,

sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

thankfulness for this one moment, regardless of what the morrow might bring.

We can never know the exact moment when someone will leave our lives forever. How many times had I bargained with the gods for one more day, one hour, just one minute. Was that too much to ask? One minute to say the unsaid things that were still trapped inside me. Or maybe I only wanted one more minute to say a real good-bye.

Write it down," he had told me. "Write down every word once you get there, Before the truth is forgotten" And now we do, at least the parts we remember