Quotes About Reflection

Hild stared at him, her mind smooth as wax.

I touched my reflection with a fingertip. My reflection felt nothing. That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad? And what would I wear tomorrow?

If she kept moving, she didn't have to think. She didn't have to see into herself. If she kept moving, no else could see into her, either.

Your humble correspondent bids you to remember the road to Lindum and our conversation about the brightest bead of all. He is everywhere.

Suddenly she was not sure about anything anymore, and that was frightening. If she did not want to do what she had set out to do, then what did she want? Something had changed. Some part of her was gone.

More than once, they wrapped in furs and cloaks and walked through the garden in the moonlight, still talking. Sometimes they just walked in silence, and Marghe thought she could hear Thenike's heart.

Whatever she did she would find herself thinking of people who weren't there.

She let the ebb and flow of the hall wash over her, much as she sometimes sat behind bracken at the edge of a clearing or reeds by the edge of a pool.

She was a piece of work. He was better off without her.

She shines with your reflected wyrd.

We sat silently, contemplating the ghosts we had created between us, and the difference between our world and that of most people.

She mused on the words and beads for days but couldn't see the pattern.

I'm tired to stupidity. My apologies.

How does she feel about leaving her family? But it was always her wyrd.

I studied her, one bare foot tucked underneath her, the other swinging back and forth, and remembered the scent of sleepy, naked woman.

I don't want to be Marghe the anthopologist who examines seashells on the beach and moves on. I don't think I am her anymore. But I don't know who I want to be.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

Norway: a solid world aganist which to lay myself and make a mask that could be examined, could be held up in comparison with who I used to be, before.

Here she was Stranger Woman, or the SEC rep. Not Marguerite Angelica Taishan, not Marghe. She wondered if that person existed anymore.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

Silence while we both thought our thoughts.

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

She walked in the evening through her domaine, as aware of it as if her own body.

Hild wasn't listening. He wondered what paths she walked in her head.