Quotes About Reflection

Just as we throw out our garbage, we need to cast out thoughts that are trashy.

Everything in life is a lesson and I have learned from each marriage. Yes, I've made mistakes but every experience is a learning curve.

Whenever I go out, so many people who respect me ask me what to do in a certain situation. A lot of times, I didn't know the answers because sometimes I was going through the same sort of thing. But then later on, I would think of things that people told me.

Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.

Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.

Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don't abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book." (Acceptance speech, National Book Award 2010 (Nonfiction) , November 17, 2010)

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone?

Patti, did art get us?' I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. 'I don't know, Robert. I don't know.' Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.

Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.

Why do we write? A chorus erupts. Because we cannot simply live.

Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.

He took twelve pictures that day. Within a few days he showed me the contact sheet. "This one has the magic," he said. When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates ...

Robert was concerned with how to make the photograph, and I with how to be the photograph.

I didn't feel for Warhol the way Robert did. His work reflected a culture I wanted to avoid. I hated the soup and felt little for the can. I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it.

What is nothing? I impetuously asked. -It is what you can see of your eyes without a mirror, was the answer.

It's not so easy writing about nothing.

I was there for these moments, but so young and preoccupied with my own thoughts that I hardly recognized them as moments.

We needed time to figure out what all of this meant, how we were going to come to terms and redefine what our love was called. I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.

I wrote to give myself something to read.

Images have their way of dissolving and then abruptly returning, pulling along the joy and pain attached to them like tin cans rattling from the back of an old-fashioned wedding vehicle.

Of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.