Quotes About Reflection

They lay in silence, thinking their own thoughts, each trying to know the other's. They were becoming strangers on top of each other.

I think this is why I relish writing for you so much. It makes it possible for me to be not like I am, but as I desire for Little Igor to see me. I can be funny, because I have time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in matters that are interesting, not only melancholy. When writing, we have second chances

In the meantime, while I think-while you think, while we think-our actions and inactions create and destroy the world.

I understand, now, the tragedy of my childhood. It wasn't the bombing. It was that I never once liked a photograph of myself. I couldn't.

I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I beseech you to forgive us, and to make us better than we are. Make us good.

She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum

Alone, one can live perfectly. But not a life.

Lo que olvidamos de los animales es lo que empezamos a olvidar de nosotros mismos.

Isn't it weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

Were we praying, Forgive our oppressors for what they have done? Or, Forgive us for what has been done to us? Or, Forgive You for Your inscrutability?

Mein Inneres reibt sich am Außen.

Razmišljam o svemu što sam u?inila.I o svemu što nisam u?inila.Pogreške su za mene mrtve.Ali ne mogu povu?i stvari koje nikada nisam u?inila.

At first it made me angry, but then it made me sad, and then it made me so grateful, and then it made me angry again, and I went through these feelings hundreds of times, stopping on each for only a moment and then moving to the next.

I turned on the radio and found a station playing "Hey Jude." It was true, I didn't want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It's just that I didn't know how. After

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she has slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time.

I thought about packing my bags, I thought about jumping out a window, I sat on the bed and thought, I thought about you. What kind of food did you life, what was your favorite song, who was the first girl you kissed, and where, and how, I'm running out of room, I want an infinitely long blank book and forever.

Its so painful to think, and tell me what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever get me?

I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

Sitting with her now, rehearsing the horrible conversation, Jacob wondered if maybe, all those years, he had misunderstood the spaces surrounding Julia: her quiet, her steps back. Maybe they weren't buffers of defense, but of the most extreme humility, the purest generosity. What if she wasn't withdrawing, but beckoning? Or both at the same time? Withdrawing and beckoning? And more to the point: making a world for their children, even for Jacob.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently. I would change my life.

A simple trick from the backyard astronomer: if you are having trouble seeing something, look slightly away from it. The most light-sensitive parts of our eyes (those we need to see dim objects) are on the edges of the region we normally use for focusing. Eating animals has an invisible quality. Thinking about dogs, and their relationship to the animals we eat, is one way of looking askance and making something invisible visible.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar.     Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently.