Quotes About Reflection

She got up from the armchair, into which she had plumped with horror, and started to bustle about the room. Jane often bustled about the room, suddenly remembering to stir her life, as though it were kept simmering on a low flame. When this was done, with nothing apparently achieved, she came back and sat by the fire, her arms clasped round her knees.

No se aprende nada lastimando a los demás; solo aprendes cuando te lastiman a ti.

The trouble with anyone when they're unhappy or in a relationship they recognize is not working but don't know what to do about is that they can't see farther out than that. If the relationship is not working, if what was there isn't there anymore, you have to do something about it.

You don't have to be brave or a saint, a martyr, or even very smart to be an atheist. All you have to be able to say is "I don't know".

Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around

Life speeds by and no matter how much joy there is, there is sadness.

Así descubría la virtud paradójica de la lectura que consiste en abstraernos del mundo para hallarle un sentido

Il tempo per leggere, come il tempo per amare, dilata il tempo per vivere

Piangendo [...] ci si pulisce meglio che tuffandosi nel lago più puro. Si posa il fardello sul marciapiede del binario d'arrivo.

The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers. M. Scott Peck

We do not attract what we want, but what we are.

A karmic relationship is automatic and hypnotic at first, then often feels like you're in a tunnel; you can't get out until you emerge at the other end. You chose it, want to do it, but it's not that much fun. When it's over, you shake yourself and say, "What just happened to me?

Habits of an empowerED teacher: "read, notice, think, make theories about how writing works, imagine possibilities, write yourself; it isn't magic, it's just slow, creative work.

Teachers need to sit with their journal and write in the voice of that teenager. Write and remember. That's who we teach!

What power--what importance--lies in the blank lines of an open notebook. Go and fill yours. Then share.

In the instant that it took her to realize what the book was, she knew he was doing what she once had—preparing for the day by spending time with God. She wondered what the words he was singing meant. Were they in Gaelic or Cherokee? It really didn't matter. What mattered was that they were words of praise and probably thankfulness. What mattered was that he was the kind of man who spent time with his Creator.

Dear Reader, I hope you're enjoying our time in Wolf Creek. I certainly am. I appreciate so much all your wonderful comments on the books so far. Lord willing, I'll keep trying to write about imperfect people who may have lost their way but find it again, stories that uplift and resonate with you in some way.

And she turned and walked out again, and he stood staring after her, noticing, absurdly, that she was wearing the same high silver-heeled boots that she had had on the day of the crash.

Don't forget that, Celia. There's more to life than flowery words and orgasms.

I wonder what goes through his mind when he sees us peeing in his water bowl.

Quem na lama quer remexer, que lama seja.

Fui dar uma olhadela à floresta-rainha, o Mayombe, claro. (...) fui apenas respirar um pouco aqueles ares e rever os desenhos das sombras nas folhagens das árvores descomunais. Só queria apreciar de novo as centenas de tonalidades do verde que transpareciam pelo sol e seus reflexos nos troncos indo do negro ao amarelo. Os antigos cheiros voltavam a brincar com o meu nariz, os cheiros da floresta nunca esquecem.

But that's life. That's what you learn from; when things happen. Especially at your age. You just have to take it in and remember to think afterwards and not forget and never grow bitter.

when it came to dying, I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the very instant when you know that now comes what you have always feared, and you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.