Quotes About Reflection

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

Our lives can hold just so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to do a lot of thinking about what we want to fill them with.

What would life be like without her writing? Writing filled her life with beauty and mystery, gave it life...and promise.

When I was about 15... I made my first attempt as a leading lady, and was, of course, a complete failure.

On the Day of Judgment, no step shall a man stir until he has answered questions on five aspects of his wordly existence: his life and how he spent it; his knowledge and what use he has made of it; his wealth, how he acquired it and how he has spent it; and his body and how he has utilized it. HADITH OF AT-TIRMIDHI ON THE AUTHORITY OF ABU HURAYRAH.

The years went by too quickly, that was the trouble. By the time you figured out that the times you were living were the best, they were over and nothing more remained than a few blurry snapshots and a handful of memories.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others – even my nearest and dearest – there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that there always comes a moment when I'm in the company of others -- even my nearest and dearest -- when I'd rather be reading a book.

I wonder, I thought, what I am really thinking. Last week I would have known definitely but now everything seemed vague and evasive.

A sudden thought struck me. Wouldn't it be odd if my mother got old! ... It is only natural that when your children are big you must be older but somehow I had never thought of its happening to my mother... What a peculiar thing to think of in the bright sunshine of the afternoon!

It's funny how, having nice thoughts in your head, it is so pleasant to pull them all out and think them all over again.

it is no great task to remember people--the challenge is in forgetting them and allowing one's self to -go on-. [Édouard Manet]

Age is so misleading--you are the same on the inside as ever, only your outsides are different. Or, perhaps you have changed, but it is not like the younger self goes away--you just go on adding layers to the onion. [Édouard Manet]

The idea that old men become peaceful or philosophical--what shit. One learns to endure, that is all. [Édouard Manet]

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

Things are never over even when they're over.

Critical literacy focuses on issues of power and promotes reflection, transformation, and action.

When you write your memoir you will understand, perhaps for the first time, the significance of your life through the language, images and emotions you craft from the memory.

John Candy knew he was going to die. He told me on his 40th birthday. He said, well, Maureen, I'm on borrowed time.

Muista poika, että tämän päivän kapinallinen on huomispäivän pieru

Totul trece, de fapt, atât de repede È™i, pe m?sur? ce înaint?m în vârst?, descoperim c? toate au o importan?? mult mai mic? decât consideram noi la început... iar la cap?t, È™tim c? ne aÈ™teapt? odihna È™i somnul, È™i nimeni nu ne va deÈ™tepta.

How not to search that space where, for a time span lasting from dusk to dawn, two beings have no other reason to exist than to expose themselves totally to each other- totally, integrally, absolutely- so that their common solitude may appear not in front of their own eyes but in front of ours, yes, how not to look there and how not to rediscover "the negative community, the community of those who have no community"?

The authentic answer is always the question's vitality. It can close in around the question, but it does so in order to preserve the question by keeping it open.

Thought, infinitesimal thought, calm thought, pain. Later, he asked himself how he had entered the calm. He couldn't talk about it with himself. Only joy at feeling he was in harmony with the words: "Later, he ...