Quotes About Reflection

Is there no way out of the mind?" Sylvia Plath

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Now, these were wounds I could have healed with a single thought. Just to feel pain, sometimes, was enough to cancel it.

It was making me think about human life in a way I didn't want to think about it. Human life, I realized, got progressively worse as you got older, by the sound of things.

I've let people down. I haven't always been easy. I've done things I regret. I was a bad wife. Not always a good mother, either. People have given up a little on me, and I don't entirely blame them.

Reading Schopenhauer when you felt melancholy was like taking off your clothes when you felt cold, but a line of his came back to me.

it isn't healthy to walk around no longer familiar streets, looking for memories that have been paved over

The silence at the end of the song is as important as the song itself.

It is strange how close the past is, even when you imagine it to be so far away. Strange how it can just jump out of a sentence and hit you.

And Nora felt similarly, in that moment. Although she had only been left alone for an hour at this point, she had never experienced this level of solitude before, amid such unpopulated nature.

the way I understand my life is as a kind of Russian doll, with different versions inside other versions, each one enclosing the other, whereby the life before isn't seen from the outside but is still there.

IT'S A WEIRD thing, depression. Even now, writing this with a good distance of fourteen years from my lowest point, I haven't fully escaped.

The Many Lives of Nora Seed

She just needed potential. And she was nothing if not potential. She wondered why she had never seen it before. She heard Mrs Elm's voice, from under the table somewhere far behind her, cutting through the noise. 'Don't give up! Don't you dare give up, Nora Seed!' She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers.

This was the species whose main excuse for not doing something was 'if only I had more time'. Perfectly valid until you realised they did have more time. Not eternity, granted, but they had tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And the day after the day after tomorrow. In fact I would have to write 'the day after' thirty thousand times before a final 'tomorrow' in order to illustrate the amount of time on a humans hands.

Room Imagine forgiving yourself completely. The goals you didn't reach. The mistakes you made. Instead of locking those flaws inside to define and repeat yourself, imagine letting your past float through your present and away like air through a window, freshening a room. Imagine that.

Even the bad experiences serve a purpose

It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the kens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, as infinitum, until our time runs out.

Still staring blankly at The Book of Regrets, she wondered if her parents had ever been in love or if they had got married because marriage was something you did at the appropriate time with the nearest available person. A game where you grabbed the first person you could find when the music stopped.

Almost everything she had done in her life, she realised - almost everything she had bought and worked for and consumed - had taken her further away from understanding that she and all humans were really just one of nine million species.

The cure for loneliness is understanding who we are.

A veces los arrepentimientos no tienen ninguna base. Algunas veces son simplemente fake news

Metsä Haluan, että Hidastat Haluan, että Kaikki hidastuu; Haluan tehdä hetkestä Metsän Ja elää siinä metsässä Ikuisesti Ennen kuin menet.

You are the observer of your mind, not its victim