Quotes About Reflection

And the two of us eat in silence. But it's not the empty kind of quiet.

All I wanted to do was lie in the dry grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you're halfway to Methana.

You learn something new everyday." "What are you learning?" Sophos asked. "To keep my mouth shut, I hope.

My childhood was so inconsistent that I never expected normalcy, and it's enough for me to be able to have time and space to be good to myself and the people around me. Children are nice, but I decided to save myself instead.

A nagging thought: What did I have to show for all that free time the mothers didn't have?

I decided to take the love I'd have for a child and give it to myself instead.

In the five years it took me to come to my conclusion, I endured intense anxiety, self-doubt, sorrow, and a great deal of ambivalence about my future.

It's amazing what the living expect of the dying.

I think that sometimes our souls must tell us they are having a hard time trying to keep up with all of our worldly festivities and plans. Quiet moments, such as when we weave, or in times of sleep, are when we hear what our inner selves have to say.

Baba'' diye söze ba?lad? Anahita, o ak?am. ''Dü?ündüm de...Hal?m? bitirince evlenmeye karar verdim.'' Bir elini gö?süne koyarak devam etti. ''Ama sadece bilmeceleri çözecek kadar ak?ll? biriyle evlenirim.

I think: it's the holidays. There are parties. I'm young. I've spent the past two years going to oncologists. I'm going to put on my party shoes. And I do go to one party, and I leave when people start to dance around a pole. Later I start dating the man whose party it was, and he remembers being glad I came, and casually tells me how he flirted his head off that night. I'm not in your country, I think. I haven't lived in your country for a while.

To be chronically ill is to be in a state of ever-present "camouflaged grieving," as the historian Jennifer Stitt puts it. It was this ever-present grief I felt was being swept under the rug when my friend counseled me to see the good that had come of my illness. She wasn't wrong that something had come of it—but her quick counsel negated the complexity of the quest.

Waking Early Sunday Morning," I sat "like a dragon on/time's hoard.

As the surgeon Atul Gawande wrote of the medical profession, "Nothing is more threatening to who you think you are than a patient with a problem you cannot solve.

My narrative is not a neat one. Which version of the story of my illness I tell depends on what month, what day, even what hour I do so, and whether my symptoms are in the background or the foreground.

Death and the sun are not to be looked at steadily, La Rochefoucauld wrote.

Is illness, in any way, a lesson? Illness is a travesty; illness is shit; illness is not redemptive unless it happens to be for a particular ill person, for reasons that are not replicable nor should they be said to be so.

My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.

Whether men soar to outer space or dive to the bottom of the deepest ocean they will find themselves as they are, unchanged, because they will not have forgotten themselves nor remembered to exercise the charity of forgiveness.

The book that I shall make people read is the book of the heart, which holds the key to the mystery of life

When mind soars in pursuit of the things conceived in space, it pursues emptiness; but when man dives deep within himself, he experiences the fullness of existence.

When the wisdom speaks, be silent. Do not waste your candle when the sun is there.

In autumn, don't go to jewelers to see gold; go to the parks!

A calm night is open to all the truths.