Quotes About Reflection

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

You don't have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

If you're lucky, the friends you make when you're sixteen stay with you for the rest of your life. If you're smart, you know when it's time to let them go.

Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

I closed my eyes against the sudden sorrow that someone I knew so well should be someone who consistently brought me so much grief.

Knowing what you need doesn't always mean you know how to get it, though. I'd spent a long time hiding in my cave. No matter how much I might want to come out into the light, I knew it would hurt my eyes. I was a fool. A fool, but nevertheless too smart not to know I was the architect of my own demise, that it was time to put my past behind me. It was time to stop allowing the white elephants to stand unspoken of in my living room.

I never think of nothing. The closest I come to a blank mind is when I am counting, fucking, or drinking. The rest of the time, my thoughts are like a hamster on a wheel, running endlessly but getting nowhere.

PERMALINK · 169465 · 15 HOURS AGO "She tried to feel sad, or guilty, or even to be angry about the way things had happened, but there frankly wasn't much room in either her head or her heart for wishing or moping.

We are often our own harshest critics

Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot.

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.

No. It was the best mistake I ever made.

Still staring at the woman in the mirror, I hung up the phone. She looked as if she was going to cry. I felt bad for her, that woman with the dark hair, the one who only ever wore black and white. The one who might have been pretty if she'd only take care of herself, if only she weren't smarter, if only she didn't earn more money. I felt sorry for her but envied her, too, because she, at least, could cry and I could not.

I know I shouldn't feel guilty for being angry sometimes, or bitter" "Knowing something is beans.

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed.

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so the present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now. I'm the only one who does.

The past is gone, Claire. It's like a sand castle washed away by the waves. We can remember what it looked like, but even if we build it again, it won't be the exactly the same.

I knew I'd sounded bitter, but I didn't bend even when guilt threatened to throttle me with its bony fingers. "I hope it was worth it, Mom.

You learn more from the things that end.

So what, then? You're a ghost? Because that's how it feels to me sometimes, Effie. You're a fucking ghost, and all you do is haunt me.

I made my goodbyes and stole away the photos of them in their youth, leaving them to what they'd made of their lives.

The circular conversation wasn't new. Instead of feeling annoyed, I felt only sad. This man, for better or worse, was my father.

To those who've touched my life and made me who I am today, I say this: A different person could have told this story, but only the woman I am because of knowing you could have written this book.