Quotes About Reflection

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

It'll make you look rugged,' Mel says. 'Because I woke up this morning,' I say, 'and the one thing I realized I lacked was ruggedness.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say. "Ah, philosophy," he smiles. "I didn't know you had it in you.

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

You are the one who called me, Conor O'Malley, it said, looking at him seriously. You are the one with the answers to these questions.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

I wonder if realizing you're not sure about stuff is what makes you a grown up?

His last word had been my name. The last word he heard was me speaking his own. Did this mean anything? And if it only meant something for the two of us, did that reduce it?

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world? "No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

What kind of person am I when seen by you?

But the Spackle War was over a long time ago, wasn't it?" "Thirteen years now." "Thirteen years where you could have righted a wrong." She finally looks at me. "Life is only that simple when you're young, my girl.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

She regards me quietly and then she quotes something Mistress Coyle once said to me. "We are the choices we make." It takes me a second to realize she's just said goodbye.

It was not wrong, the monster said, It was only a thought, one of a million. It was not an action.

The house was quiet when he got inside. Why wouldn't it be? He was alone.

That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

These thoughts start coming. They come all uninvited, don't they?

For a man would know the necessary choices that have to be made when one is facing one's oblivion.

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

What are you?" Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a "what," frowned the monster. I am a "who." "Who are you, then?" Conor said. The monster's eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The

I hold onto her and I think about redempshun.