Quotes About Reflection

La memoria è una gran benedizione, Peter. E' la cosa più bella dopo la morte.

Ma il presente non è meno oscuro del passato, e il suo mistero è pari ai segreti che serba il futuro. Così va il mondo: un passo dopo l'altro, una parola e poi la successiva. Ci sono cose che Blue, a questo punto, proprio non può sapere. Perché la conoscenza arriva piano, e quando arriva spesso costa cara.

Una volta tanto mi lasciai andare, senza volermi sentire superiore alla mia felicità, senza volermi guardare dall'alto o essere più intelligente dei miei sentimenti.

lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

For a man who finds life tolerable only by staying on the surface of himself, it is natural to be satisfied with offering no more than this surface to others.

He wondered why he turned so sentimental. That's what happened when you have no one to talk to.

How to get out of the room that is the book that will go on being written for as long as he stays in the room?

who seeks solitude seeks silence; who does not speak is alone; is alone, even unto death

Non è cosa da poco dover ricominciare la propria vita a cinquantasette anni; e quando un uomo non dispone di altre carte che il cervello che ha nella testa e la lingua che ha nella bocca, deve pensarci bene prima di decidersi ad aprire quella bocca e parlare.

murió de neumonía, o lo que es lo mismo, murió de viejo: una muerte envidiable, a tu juicio, una vida vivida hasta bien entrada la novena década y luego, en lugar de la electrocución por un rayo, la oportunidad de asimilar el hecho de que te vas de este mundo, la ocasión de reflexionar durante un tiempo, para luego quedarse dormido y entrar flotando en el reino de la nada.

Pour employer une expression qui m'a toujours plu, j'ai découvert que je vivais des jours empruntés.

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta

We find ourselves only by looking to what we're not. You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.

The mind has a mind of its own.

No es que escribir me produzca un gran placer, pero es mucho peor si no lo hago.

B?röm az illanó érzetek palimpszesztje lett, és minden réteg annak a nyomát viselte, aki voltam.

For one whole year he did nothing but drive, traveling back and forth across America as he waited for the money to run out.

when I finally hit bottom.

Even before his death he had been absent, and long ago the people closest to him had learned to accept this absence, to treat it as the fundamental quality of his being.

It hurt too much to look back, so I kept my eyes fixed in front of me, and every time I took another step forward, I drifted farther away from the person I´d been with Master Yehudi. The best part of me was lying under the ground with him in the California desert.

I stood up from my seat and made my way for the exit downstairs. Outside, the early evening assaulted me with light, surrounded me with sudden warmth. This is what I deserve, I said to myself. I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.

Whatever you see has the potential to wound you, to make you less than you are, as if merely by seeing a thing some part of yourself were taken away from you.

Cuanto más cerca estás del final, más tienes que decir. El final es sólo imaginario, un destino que te inventas para seguir andando, pero llega un momento en que adviertes que nunca llegarás allí. Es probable que tengas que detenerte, pero será sólo porque te ha faltado tiempo. Te detienes, pero eso no quiere decir que hayas llegado al fin.

That was sixty-five springs ago, and I can still see him sitting at his desk, scribbling away at his youthful memoirs as the light poured through the window, catching the dust particles that danced around him. If I concentrate hard enough, I can still hear the breath going in and out of his lungs, I can still hear the point of his pen scratching across the paper.