Quotes About Reflection

Speaking does harm, sows confusion and weakens things that are obvious. Speaking makes me tremble inside. I don't think I have ever said anything really important in my entire life -- there's a lack of words for the most important things anyway. (I must make a list of missing words -- top of it I'll put a verb that means something in between "I sense" and "I see.")

Your memory creates postcard images, but it doesn't really comprehend the world at all. That's why a landscape is so affected by the mood of the person looking at it. In it a person sees his own inner, transitory moments. Wherever he looks, he sees nothing but himself.

maybe in our bodies there's a whole world of mythology? Maybe there exists some sort of reflection of the great and the small, the human body joining within itself everything with everything - stories and heroes, gods and animals, the order of plants and the harmony of minerals?

perhaps solitude has stretched out his thoughts into long strands, and accustomed him to internal dialogues.

to someone from nowhere, every movement turns into a return

Someday he would write his memoirs, when his adventures had arranged themselves into a suitably attractive package.

zrozumia?am, ?e smutek jest wa?nym s?owem w definicji ?wiata. Le?y u podstaw wszystkiego, jest pi?tym ?ywio?em, kwintesencj?.

For the best conversations are with yourself. At least there's no risk of a misunderstanding.

Whose intellect can have had the audacity to judge who is better, and who worse?

What is life, after all if not dancing on graves?

On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

Perhaps one could get used to it? Learn to live with it, just as people live in the cities of Auschwitz or Hiroshima, without ever thinking about what happened there in the past. They simply live their lives.

The old method for dealing with bad dreams is to tell them aloud above the toilet bowl, and then flush them away.

The prison is not outside, but inside each of us.

God created man with eyes in the front, not the back of the head, and that means we've got to think about what's to come, not what has been.

Everything about my own face that seemed to me familiar and obvious had vanished; what remained was a distinctive scattering of dots that symbolized the planets set against the celestial vault. I cannot be someone other than I am. How awful.

Gdyby tak mo?na odm?odzi? cz?owieka, jak drzewo. ?ci?? z niego z?e wspomnienia, zeskroba? ca?y ból, wszelkie rozczarowania, jak martw? tkank?; poobcina? b??dy, g?upie decyzje, pomy?ki, prze?wietli? my?li. I ?eby to mo?na by?o robi? po ka?dej zimie, ?eby si? w nowy rok wchodzi?o czystym i niewinnym. Wiadomo przecie? – która? z kolejnych zim nas zabije.

Perhaps that's the whole point of prayer—to think to yourself in peace, to want nothing, to ask for nothing, but simply to sort out your own mind. That should be enough.

death renders all faces similar.

Man harnesses his suffering to time. He suffers as a result of the past and extends his suffering into the future. In this way he creates despair.

leven, het is een vreemd leven als men 's ochtends terugkeert naar wat men 's avonds heeft achtergelaten

People shouldn't be allowed to live so far away," he said at the front door. "What do you gain by hiding away from the world like this? It'll catch up with you anyway.

One period of grief is followed by another, so I am in constant mourning. This is my natural state.

I teraz zrozumia?, sk?d bra?o si? to poczucie braku, smutek le??cy u podstaw wszystkiego, smutek obecny w ka?dej rzeczy, ka?dym zjawisku, od zawsze - nie mo?na naraz poj?? wszystkiego.