Quotes About Reflection

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning," I said. "And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

If I were any kind of water," Eden said, staring out and out, "I'd want to be this ocean." You already are, I wanted to tell her. You're everything I can see.

Getting your heart broken is the privilege of being human, Eden used to say. I didn't know what

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

Before the nausea set in, we had managed to make love on my narrow bunk, but the whole thing was such a tangle of elbows and knees and bumping chins, I barely knew the thing was happening before it was over. Afterwards, he kissed my cheek and said, "That was lovely, sweetheart." Then he crawled out of my bunk and into his, while I was left feeling just as lost and confused as I had been on our wedding night. Jock

I haven't been drunk in over a year—not since my mother fell seriously ill—and I've missed the way it comes with its own perfect glove of fog, settling snugly and beautifully over my brain. I don't want to think and I don't want to feel,

I was thinking about how I had struggled and strained for years, as Karen had, and toward things that were disastrous for me. And maybe that was unavoidable. The pilgrims and the lost often did look the same, as Denys had once told me. And it was possible everyone ended up in the same place no matter which path we took or how often we fell to our knees, undoubtedly wiser for all of it.

How could I possibly judge you? We each have to make our choices, and then find a way to live with them. And if we can't, well, then, that's when we know something has to change.

Did you ever think it could be like this? The way we're happening to each other?

I've prepared for everything as well as I can, but is anyone truly ready for death? Was Maia when she saw the ground flying up to meet her?

This is why tourists come to wine country, not just to get tipsy from tiny pours of Cabernet Sauvignon, but to be inside this world, where every surface mirrors back the sun.

And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

She wouldn't have seen any of the dinginess, because no one ever does until they're on the outside of a place, looking in.

We each have to make our choices, and then find a way to live with them. And if we can't, well, then, that's when we know something has to change.

Her chin was propped up on one of her hands. A gin fizz foamed in the other. "He's lovely," she said.

The past doesn't go away. You just can't see it anymore.

I'm drinking a Diet Coke, because frankly I ate a whole box of Pop Tarts yesterday and this will take it away.

I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge.

I'm thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.

I don't need a holiday or a feast to feel grateful for my children, the sun, the moon, the roof over my head, music, and laughter, but I like to take this time to take the path of thanks less traveled.

The distance grows between our heads and our hearts and we lose our felt connection with the presence of God.

The lord giveth and most women piss it away. Perhaps this is why they lack the equipment to aim.

Old lovers are like socks. They always show up full of static cling and missing their mate.

The most basic question of all cannot be answered: Who are you?