"He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take to you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?"
As we walk through our life which in a way it is make up by God's will we find lots of people, occasions and moments that we would never forget just because they were too special for us. Sometimes we really don't know the reason why we tend to remember some specific details or events or maybe also persons that through the years came to the encounter with us but in the end we come to realize that we still remember them because they shocked us or gave us everything we needed: a smile, a shoulder, the exact words or their soul.
I think that my life wouldn't be the same without those people and moments that come to my mind in this precise minute because I have learned so much from them; they helped me to be the person I am; they simply game everything a person needs to be really happy.
But the hardest part of this beautiful speech is that some of these people is no longer beside me or those moments "have gone" because they live in my past just because I moved from city to city and consequently started having new experiences with a whole changed scenario.
At this point of my life in which I am 17 years old I must confess that I am happier than never before because my life is make up by people that,as Montag said, knows every little single about you; they are able to say things before you do or to think the exact same thing that you are thinking. My life is make up by persons that, as Fahrenheit 451 claims in page 18, are unique just because they reflect what you truly are.
