#reflection

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#mirror #reflection #life

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#life-lessons #loss #pride #reflection #regret

That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#reflection #love

has it ever occurred to you that where there is no anger, there is also no love? ↗

— Siobhan Dowd

#anger

Because they do burn leaves here, the older folks do, and I remember now that I love it and always have. The way fall feels at night because of it, because of the crackling sound and walking around the sidewalks, like when you’re a kid, and kicking those soft piles, and seeing smoke from backyards and Mr. Kilstrap standing over the metal drum with the holes in the top, the sparking embers at his feet. ↗

— Megan Abbott

#adolescence #philosophy #reflection #love

When the subject is sacred, proud and clever men may come to think that the outsiders who don't know it are not merely inferior to them in skill but lower in God's eyes; as the priests said, 'All that rabble who are not experts in the Torah are accursed.' and as this pride increases, the 'subject' or study which confers such privilege will grow more and more complicated, the list of things forbidden will increase, till to get through a single day without supposed sin becomes like an elaborate step-dance, and this horrible network breeds self-righteousness in some and haunting anxiety in others. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#reflections-on-the-psalms #religion #self-righteousness #men

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness. ↗

— Poppy Z. Brite

#loneliness #night #reflection #torture #torture

When she was younger, she felt that he wanted to know everything about her, but she was sometimes afraid to tell too much. She was afraid he would know her too well, that he would find some weakness in her, some element that would turn him away, maybe even a quality she didn't even realize she possessed. ↗

— Michael Stein

#relationships #self-reflection #women #age

Ruin still used Reen’s voice—it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing…it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually seen herself. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#age

No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#fire #light #reflection #resolve #anger