Quotes About Reflection Of Self Novels & Stories

Ang Echo Field ay hindi lamang nagre-reflect ng knowledge—ito ay nagre-reflect ng identity. “Mas mahirap pala ‘to kaysa sa inaakala natin,” sabi ng isang trainee habang nasa gitna ng integration session. “Hindi lang pala ito tungkol sa pag-intindi ng reality… kundi sa pag-intindi ng sarili.” “At iyon ang dahilan kung bakit delikado,” sagot ng isa pang observer. “Hindi lahat handa makita kung ano talaga sila.”

Ang kanyang mga mata ay nakatutok sa reflection ng lumang sarili niya, at sa isang iglap, nagtagpo ang kanilang mga tingin. Ito ang sandali na alam ni Ayesha: hindi siya maaaring umiwas. Hindi siya maaaring magtago. “Remember what you are… or be consumed.” Tumigil siya, huminga nang malalim, at dahan-dahan niyang niyakap ang pendant. Isang liwanag ang sumabog mula rito, umabot sa bawat sulok ng lumang silid.

Pero sabi ko kahit para nalang sa sarili niya. Babalik pa kaya siya? O dun na siya sa America magsstay for good? Damn it! Why would I think about him? When I already have someone else? Paglingon ko sa may pader nandoon nanaman yung quotes na "Life is like a camera. Focus on what's important and you'll capture it perfectly." Napanguso nalang ako sa nabasa. Siniko ako ni Khyla dahilan para mapalingon ako sakanya.

"I always believe that striving to be the best is not about a life of constantly beating or competing with other people so that you can be at the top. It's not about stepping down others so you can be above, rather, it is conquering a greater enemy other than the people around you. And that person is you...yes you! The person in front of you when you're looking at the mirror, nothing but you and yourself. " "Everyone fails but not all who fail is a failure, for failures are only for those who did not have the courage to stand up after they fall." I paused and look at them again, remembering the younger version of myself. Remembering those times that I stopped believing in myself, those times

It doesn’t demand to be seen. But it happens. Quietly. Surely. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before stepping out the door. I will not be afraid to be seen without him beside me. --- “One day, I won’t have to remind someone I’m worth it. They’ll know. And they’ll show up. Until then… I show up for myself.”

Na ang simpleng pagihip ng hangin, paglipad at ang pahuni ng ibon, ang musika, ang magagandang tanawin, ang araw, ang buwan at ang mga tala ay may makubuluhang simbolo na nagpapahiwatig sa ating buhay. Andrea said that a butterfly doesn't see how beautiful their wings are but other people can see the beauty of it. Parang tao lang. Nakikita ng ibang tao ang kabaitan at kapangitan ng ugali mo at mismong sarili mo, hindi mo nakikita. We often see the disaster of ourselves instead on focusing on how to appreciate the beauty and disaster of one self. I gathered air and courage to open the letter. This is what my Mama want to say to me but failed because I am always busy.

Kahit ilang beses mong madidinig yung isang bagay, mararamdaman mo naman yung iba't ibang impact nun kapag pinahalagahan mo "Minsan mag reflect ka din ng mga bagay bagay. Hindi yung puro ka nalang away"aniya saka ginulo ang buhok ko't umalis na Sumusulpot lang ba siya para magbigay ng lessons randomly? -- Naupo na ulit ako sa bench saka pinanood ang mga taong magpalakad lakad sa Puso ng Siyudad I'm glad I'm having time with myself.. And then, tears began to flow through my cheeks.

Kainis! 'Limot mo na siya self kaya umayos ka! Iyang pagiging marupok mo ang nagtulak sa iyo kaya ka nga napasabak sa buwis buhay na training eh tapos sa isang iglap, magiging marupok ka lang. Haysssst, isusumpa na talaga kita self' of course sa sariling isip ko lang iyun sinabi. Hindi po pwedeng iparinig sa iba dahil baka mapagkamalan akong baliw.

Be rational and prove a point. Natulog ako ng may mga tanong pa rin sa isip ko. ••• "Let me out." "Here me out" These words keep on repeating. I can't see anything other than my own reflection. What's going on? "I am you." I jumped as I see my own reflection said that. Im facing at myself infront of a big mirror. She smiled so widely that makes me take a step back. "But you are not me." She said and her clothes changed but mines didn't.

Daig ko pa ang naputulan ng dila at parang batang kinurot na bagama’t hindi man umiyak ay tahimik at walang kakibo-kibong umayos ng upo. Did I really know how to appreciate people around me? Kilala ko pa ba ang sarili ko? Ako pa ba ito? O ibang-iba na ako dahil sa pag-iingat ng galit ko sa mundo, kay Dad at sa ibang taong wala namang kinalaman sa kamalasan ko sa buhay? I was muted. Whatever the words written in my mind, I am the one who knows alone.