Quotes About Reflection

I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too.

Libraries. How I love them. My source of stories. And solitude.

pen. Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that's all.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.

Mas tudo parecia tão remoto, tão abstrato e estranho para ele. Quanto mais olhava para o mar e para o céu, mais afastado se sentia da humanidade.

He was, after all, an avid reader, preferring the detached solace of a book above most human interaction. Yet

Every time I go and shave, I assume there's someone else on the planet shaving. So I say, 'I'm gonna go shave, too.'

I had a stick of CareFree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality.

Every tomorrow will soon be a yesterday

Finding the answer to an eternal question creates bigger questions.

Ponder them. And be guided by the lessons of your nightly dreams.

See stars through the mind's eye. Pay attention. Catch them looking back.

The meaning of the dawning pays tribute to the storm.

Lieutenant Commander David Tarantino, MD, hurt, sore, pungent as an ashcan, limped several blocks to a Metro rail station. He paid the fare and boarded a train toward home. As he reflected on all that he'd seen and done, Dave noticed a woman staring at him from a few seats away. She studied his scrapes and bruises, the burns on his hands. Her gaze worked its way down his torn, stained uniform to his ruined shoes.

New Year's cards from friends — colored patterns of my life

I want you to remember when our White House reflected the best of who we are, not the worst of what Europe has become.

No person I have ever met, not even the most righteous or pure of heart, has gone without those times when faith recedes in the busy-ness of life.

You only live once. "That's why, if you think you've made a mistake, no matter how much you struggle, how much difficulty you face, you have to fix what can be fixed. There's no time for regrets.

Even now, years later, that day stood out in his memory like a shining piece of colored glass in a sea of mud.