Quotes About Reflection

Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I figured this out. I know what's wrong with what we've done in Iraq. We've been following time as it goes forward. What a classic mistake. Linear time is so pre-9-11.

Men, - men, - jo mer han så i det, jo klarere gikk det opp for ham, at det, når alt kom til alt, dog var der, - i kjærligheten - og merkelig nok ikke i hans embedskarriere eller stolte opposisjon, - at han hadde levd sitt egentlige innerste, dypeste liv gjennom sorg og glede.

There was a picture of Votto standing by his pool, smiling, the sun in his eyes—Life is beautiful. Joe looked at the picture. Then he went out to a hardware store and picked up a new hammer.

Handicapped with my own melancholy

But there's another story, A real short one, probably written on my grave: couldn't stay sober. Never liked himself.

Rather than say anything, I stood up and put my foot in the water, testing it. Testing the water, that is, not my foot. Though maybe it was my foot I was testing - whether it could tolerate the water's temperature. Oh, God, I don't know what's more difficult, life or the English language.

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

The tragedy of being old is you can no longer apply what has taken you so long to learn.

Everything will haunt you, all the storms will find you, everything will remind you she's gone.

In the end, each of us has only one story to tell. It takes a lifetime to live that story but sometimes less than an hour to tell it. The

Night keeps its own sounds to itself because most of them come from the other side of silence.

Debemos optar por permanecer en el interior del paraíso del pasado el mayor tiempo posible o volver a nuestro anodino presente en el que, por lo general, las únicas cosas que anhelamos son el fin de semana, nuestro programa de televisión favorito, un sexo mediocre de vez en cuando, o ir a dormir por la noche?

Don't you know the name of your lonely, Walker?

I am fifty-five years old, and believe God is willing to listen if we speak clearly and to the point. His responses are manifested, not in immediate answers or results, but in dots everywhere around us that need to be connected intelligently.

We are our choices

That's what writers do, Conroy, we wait for the tortoises to come. We wait for that lady who walks them. That's how art works. It's never a jackrabbit, or a racehorse. It's the tortoises that hold all the secrets. We've got to be patient enough to wait for them.

Le auto sono come le persone. Ogni giorno andiamo in giro in mezzo alla ressa, corriamo di qua e di là, arrivando quasi a toccarci ma in realtà c'è pochissimo contatto. Tutti quegli scontri mancati. Tutte quelle opportunità perse. E' inquietante, a pensarci bene. Forse è meglio non pensarci affatto

Here I sat down and closed my eyes, tilting my face towards the sun and listening to the gentle lap of the blue water against the rocks. Perhaps it was my destiny, after all, to be always alone: that was the tragic, self-dramatizing thought that came to me, and in some paradoxical way it also brought me a kind of comfort, reconciling me to what seemed, at that moment, to be my essential nature: introverted, melancholy and solitary.

Billy might have known it for several months by now, and I might only just have begun to grasp it, but we had both come to the same realization: the realization that what we had to give, nobody really wanted any more

It had been almost 7 o'clock, the end of a long working day. Of course he should've been at home with Emily by then, but that evening - as on many other evenings - he had told her that he needed to work late, not so that he could slip away and spend a few hours with his mistress (Benjamin would never have a mistress), but so that he could snatch 30 minutes solitude alone with a book and his thoughts before coming home to the deeper, more oppressive solitude of his shared domestic life.

You're right, Margaret, absolutely right. Things have changed a lot, even since I've been here. It's a different place now. Better in some ways, worse in others. Better! she echoed, scornfully.

it's their own unplanned words, their own thoughtless gestures and inflections, which have clung to my memory like flies caught on flypaper.

If you sleep, if you dream, you must accept your dreams. It's the role of the dreamer.

It quite spoiled my war.' 'You say that almost as if you'd been enjoying it,' said Michael. 'But of course I was enjoying it,' said Tabitha, smiling. 'We all were. It's so hard for you young people to understand, I know, but there's nothing like a good war for pulling a country together. Everyone was so nice to each other, for a while. Everything that had divided us suddenly seemed so petty and inconsequential.