Quotes About Reflection

People lived their lives, carelessly dropping information as if it were trash. The writer moved behind them like a ragpicker. She cleaned and separated their garbage, culled and collected it.

I think we believed that what we'd achieved acamically was akin to growing up, rather than something we might have done in place of it.

I had an uncomfortable feeling I sometimes get in conversation with another person, as if the fundamental part of myself had evaporated-not in the sense of being gone, but as if it has undergone a phase transition and is hovering over my actual body as a vapor. That's the best I can describe it, as if my consciousness and my physical person are suddenly separated.

Years had passed, but we were still arguing about the same stuff. These patterns repeat themselves, with parents and children—that's another reason I went to India. If I was going to have a family, I wanted it to be totally different from the one I'd had.

I read this article about how you can have anything going on in your head, as long as it doesn't manifest itself. Like a reflection.' I waited for my sister to expand on that, but she remained quiet. 'LIke a reflection that's different from what's doing the reflecting,' I suggested.

What you hear of me is more a reflection of the speaker than the woman spoken of, especially with regard to my motives. No one can speak for another's heart. Certainly no one ever spoke with accuracy for mine!

The book doesn't preach; it just offers up another way of looking at life.

Sympathy toward me would demand self examination and the questioning of their values, with the discomfort that brings. Their hearts were not large enough to withstand that kind of scrutiny.

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me.

Have you ever stopped to think, Clare," Irene demanded, "how much unhappiness and downright cruelty are laid to the loving-kindness of the Lord? And always by His most ardent followers, it seems.

Zoals we het verleden nu beschrijven was het niet, en zoals het was zullen we het niet kunnen beschrijven.

If we were born knowing everything, what would we do with all this time on this earth?

I don't make a film to make people like it. I make a film to make people think

In search of the past, I have travelled halfway around the globe, from Canada to Afghanistan, from a world of peace, material comfort and technology to a country that lives in the shadow of its history - a place whose only relevance to the rest of the world depends on the value and extent of a Westerner's life and "security". It may be illusionary, self-indulgent or bizarre, but I still think digging into the grave of history might lead to an understanding of the present.

The farther away you get from the literary traffic, the closer you are to sources.

Nostalgia is basically the ability to forget the things that sucked.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

Before I went to jail, I was active in politics as a member of South Africa's leading organization - and I was generally busy from 7 A.M. until midnight. I never had time to sit and think.

I really wanted to retire and rest and spend more time with my children, my grandchildren and of course with my wife.

There is nothing like returing to a place that remains uncganged to find how you yourself have altered.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.

I could not imagine that the future I was walking toward could compare in any way to the past that I was leaving behind.