Quotes About Reflection

It was not Hansu that she missed, or even Isak. What she was seeing again in her dreams was her youth, her beginning, and her wishes--so this is how she became a woman.

He was suffering, and in a way, he could manage that; but he had caused others to suffer, and he did not know why he had to live now and recall the series of terrible choices that had not looked so terrible at the time. Was that how it was for most people?

Although, if you like everything you read, I can't take you seriously. Perhaps you didn't think about these books long enough.

the pain didn't go away, but its sharp edge had dulled and softened like sea glass.

What surprised him was that as he felt closer to death, he felt the terror of death, its very finality. There were so many things he had failed to do. There were even more things he should never have done.

The wife you choose will be your personal and social mirror.

Somewhere after being sorry, there had to be another day, and even after a conviction, there could be good in the judgment.

If anything, he wanted a very simple life filled with nature, books, and perhaps a few children. He knew that later in life, he also wanted to be let alone to read and to be quiet.

Etsuko grew silent, utterly transfixed by the realization that how she saw herself was actually how her children saw her, too. They thought she was a monster.

She didn't mean to be critical, but after the words came from her mouth, they sounded harsh, and she was sorry.

There was some prettiness in her eyes, but her youth was spent.

When she was there, she had not loved it enough.

He had become almost inured to death; his frailty had reinforced his conviction that he must do something of consequence while he had the time.

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a bookstore, and she could feel Noa's small hand when he was a boy, and she would close her eyes and think of his sweet grassy smell and remember that he had always tried his est. At those moments, it was good to be alone to hold on to him.

Yoseb was not wrong, and she could not take this back.

Somewhere after being sorry, there had to be another day, and even after a conviction, there could be good in the judgement.

In literature, I've never been without consolation. Books have found me at every stage of my life, reminding me that if a character could change, so could I.

Her complaint about her husband was not that he was boring or that he wasn't home enough. Nori was not a bad person. It was just that she felt like she had no clear sense of him after nineteen years of marriage, and she doubted that she ever would.

Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

he walked home alone, deep in thoughts of her, and he knew that he wanted to be with her, even if it would not be easy.

You saw all sorts of things in a church where forgiveness was expected.

but its sharp edge had dulled and softened like sea glass.

But in the presence of Casey's mother, Ella felt her mother's loss far more profoundly than she'd thought possible.

he admired their well-composed thoughts