Quotes About Reflection

Por último, medita mucho sobre la severidad y lo repentino de ese día del juicio, a través del cual tú y yo debemos pasar al estado eterno; en donde Dios, el juez imparcial, requerirá cuenta de todo lo que hicimos con nuestros talentos y aquello que nos fue encargado.

When you're having sex again, it makes you wonder why you weren't before. What could possibly have been bad enough to make you stop doing THAT?

Right when you find yourself not thinking about her at all, there she'll be, right at the end of the story to fuck with your head one last time." She

The most important people in this man's life - the people who have mattered to him most - aren't my Mother or his wives or me or Anna or Allie. The people who matter most are the people in his head. That is loneliness.

I don't think -" I begin, but then I stop there. Strangely enough, this sounds like a full, declarative sentence, as if I'm standing in a bar shouting out one of my most obvious character flaws. I don't think!

You look good," I tell my reflection. "Hot?" But this last part comes out with a question mark at the end. I've never been good at sales.

Are all our parents, collectively, fucked up? Have they always been fucked up, and it just takes us until our own adulthood to figure that out? "I

Back in the car, I sit for a long time, breathing. I'll remember this, what just happened, for a very long time. I'll be on my own deathbed someday, replaying this in my head, wishing it had gone differently. We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And this is the shittiest thing ever. "Are

Sonya's a real person, like your Mother. Thirty years ago, that was your Mother's biggest flaw in my eyes, and now that's the thing I love most about Sonya. It's funny how things end, isn't it?

Imagine! It is the real power of a book--not what is on the page, but what happens when a reader takes the pages in, makes it part of himself. That is the definition of literature.

A man's library opens up his character to the world.

Why did nature not ask my advice about my features?

They always talk who never think.

When you start with a necessary evil, and then over time the necessity passes away, what's left?

at what point does our reach exceed our grasp? And if we find that answer it may be worth thinking about the consequences of reaching that point.

If all memories decay, what of them will really ever be left? What is it that's growing from out of the rotting material of old memories? Is every moment of the past simply gone forever? Why can't they be held intact somehow?

We can never comprehend the depths of gloom of night in the light of day".

To think freely about things is also to separate ourselves from the flesh we are crammed into. To escape from that limiting cage that is our flesh, to break free of our chains and take flight into pure reason. In reason lies the natural life. That's what is at the core of freedom of thought." (66)

There's more that's happened than what's in your memory.

Life, she thought, was like that sometimes; for years, things were a certain way, and then in an instant, almost without conscious thought, they weren't that way any longer, as if all the hidden pressure of their having been the way they'd been had found release through a necessary valve.

She wondered if she'd taken the first step on the road away from her dreams. What scared her was how easy it had been to do it.

She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have always been alone. She decided that being alone to begin with would be easier than being left alone. Everything would be easier than that.

Legend has it that while drinking wine in a boat on the river, [8th century Chinese poet Li Po] tried to grab the moon's reflection on the surface and tumbled in, which is probably the poet's equivalent of dying bravely in battle.

Images, similars, signs, correspondences, and coincidences infer a different way to look at the world; they give rise to a different kind of knowledge.