Quotes About Reflection

Isobel held my hand. The glabrous underportion of her thumb stroked my skin. This unnerved me even more. I wondered why she was touching me. A policeman grips an arm to take you somewhere, but why does a wife stroke your hand? What was the purpose? It wasn't the touch Cosmopolitan had talked about, and it certainly didn't boost my mood. Did it have something to do with love? I stared at the small glistening diamond on her ring.

wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Dedicamos tanto tiempo a desear que nuestras vidas sean distintas, a compararnos con otras personas , con otras versiones de nosotros mismos... Cuando realmente todas las vidas tienen cierto grado de cosas buenas y cierto grado de cosas malas

After a while, with a dog on your lap, you realize there is a necessity to stroke it.

If one advances confidently,' Thoreau had written in Walden, 'in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.' He'd also observed that part of this success was the product of being alone. 'I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.' -The Midnight Library

I felt the beautiful melancholy of being human, captured perfectly in the setting of a sun. Because, as with a sunset, to be human was to be in-between things; a day, bursting with desperate colour as it headed irreversibly towards night

All you can do with the past is carry it around, feeling its weight slowly increase, praying it never crushes you completely

Between life and death there is a library

There comes a moment in every life when we realise there is no land beyond the ice. There is just more ice. And then the world we know continues again. You sometimes have to look at what you know is there and discover the things right in front of you. The people you love. The time ahead of you is like the land beyond the ice. You can guess what it could be like but you can never know. All you know is the moment you are in.

if you speak to yourself people think you are mad but if you write the same things they think you are clever.

not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

You have to keep walking forwards. But you don't always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.

S'il y a une issue, une issue qui ne soit pas la mort elle-même, alors elle passe par les mots. Mais plutôt que de quitter totalement l'esprit, les mots nous aident à quitter UN esprit et nous donnent les outils pour en bâtir un autre, similaire mais meilleur, proche de l'ancien mais avec des fondations plus fermes, et souvent avec une meilleure vue.

The silence of not needing to talk. Of just being together, of together-being. The way you could be happily silent with yourself.

And Nora smiled as she stared at all the pieces she still had left in play, thinking about her next move.

And it doesn't have to be writers. I was one of millions of people not just saddened by Robin Williams's death, but scared of it, as if it somehow made it more likely for us to end up the same way.

YaÅŸamla ölüm aras?nda bir kütüphane var dedi. Bu kütüphanedeki raflar sonsuza kadar gider. Her kitap yaÅŸam?? olabileceÄŸin baÅŸka bir hayat? yaÅŸama ÅŸans?n? sunar sana. Farkl? seçimler yapm?? olsan, ÅŸu an nas?l bir hayat?n olaca??n? görürsün... PiÅŸmanl?klar?n? telafi etme ÅŸans?n olsayd?, baz? konularda farkl? davran?r m?yd?n?

So, you see? Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all.

Sometimes, the only way to learn is to live

Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices .

Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same.

I understand that the way you stop time is by stopping being ruled by it.

This biggest and most profound shift happened not be becoming richer or more successful or more famous or by being amid the glaciers and polar bears of Svalbard. It happened by waking up in the exact same bed, in the same grotty damp apartment with its dilapidated sofa bed and yucca plant and tiny potted cacti and bookshelves and untried yoga manuals.

It is quite a revelation to discover that the place you wanted to escape to is the exact same place you escaped from. That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective