Quotes About Reflection

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

The dumbest thing I ever did was not having children. Absolute dumbest thing. Even worse than selling my bassoon. I see the error now. My sister's kids are turning out great. They were shockingly spoiled when they were little, but now their true personalities have taken over and they're just nice calm tall young people with personalities. One is at Kenyon College studying something with lasers and the other is an intern at a dollhouse museum.

Poems do seem to want to announce, over and over, that life's warm zephyrs are blowing past and the gravestones are just beyond the next rise. Little groupings of gravestones, all leaning and cracked, with a rusty black Victorian fence around them. They're just over that rise. Poets never want to forget that. And actually we need to hear that sometimes.

She got in her car and drove off. A lot of life is like that.

When I really want to be soothed and reminded of why people bother to fiddle with sentences, I often read poetry.

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It's a mistake of emphasis.

Poetry is prose in slow motion.

you almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

You meet people and sometimes they're more important to you than you are to them. Sometimes you just have to give thanks for all the ways knowing them has changed you, and watch them walk away to pastures new.

Oh, I try not to regret things too much,' Mum said. 'Unless you're God and you know everything, including the past and the future, most of life is pretty much a question of closing your eyes and stabbing at a map. You have to try not to give yourself a hard time when things turn out to be not as good as you'd hoped.

She rolls onto her back and looks up at the dark ceiling, at the tiny speck of orange light leaking through the curtains from the streetlamp outside, and she tries to decide. "Are

You meet people and sometimes they're more important to you than you are to them. Sometimes you just have to give thanks for all the ways knowing them

Even now, I struggle to convince myself that I'm a fully grown adult, doing fully adult things. I'm not sure the ageing, wrinkled exterior ever quite convinces the innocent inner child that this is the real deal, that this is what's really happening.

Maybe she has wasted her life dreaming about something that was never entirely real.

Something about being overwhelmed, just momentarily, by the beauty of existence.

don't we all have moments of madness?

Vamos con la reserva». Alice repite la frase mentalmente porque es un buen resumen de su situación. Hace años que Ken y ella entraron en reserva, y es increíble lo lejos que se puede llegar cuando uno se deja llevar por la inercia, cuando el único motor es la esperanza. Aun

You have told me your history, but speak little fo teh present. Why's that - Sabine Strohem

Art becomes a spiritual process depending upon the degree of commitment that you bring to it. Every experience becomes direct food for your art. Then your art teaches you about life.

her mother is asking her a question and she is forced to resurface from the sanctuary of daydream.

But she would always tell herself, Who needs friends, when you have books.

Who needs friends, when you have books,

This wave of nostalgia which constantly reminds us that we can never go home again.

Like, even if something dramatic or terrible in your life doesn't happen, just the act of growing older is like a massive trauma anyway.