Quotes About Individuality

You are unmannerly,sharp-tounged, and show no respect for your betters,which is practically everyone given your lowly ravel birth." "I am Edema Ruh to my bones. That means my blood is red. It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines" -Kvothe

Some places had names. Some places changed, or they were shy about their names. Some places had no names at all, and that was always sad. It was one thing to be private. But to have no name at all? How horrible. How lonely.

Strength of body. Strength of mind. strength of personality. All this things lie within a person. They define us. They determine our limits.

The World needs people like you. . . . You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You're a rare creature. . . . Something bothers you, . . . and suddenly you're off. 'I'm not always so terribly sure of myself,' I admitted. Simmon smiled. 'I find that strangely reassuring.

Y entonces haría un nombre para él

everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Hay dos cosas que debéis recordar. La primera es que nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres. —Dejó de pasearse y nos miró—. La segunda es que hasta el nombre más sencillo es tan complejo que vuestra mente jamás podría tantear siquiera sus límites, y mucho menos entenderlo lo bastante bien para pronunciarlo.

Estaba harta de ser tan única.

Pero all no había nadie que pudiera ver cómo secedió todo. Y no había ningún Dios que guiara la rueda. Solo estaba yo.

a lettuce that thinks it is a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it was a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

Había adoptado un nuevo nombre por las razones habituales, y también por algunas no tan habituales, entre las que estaba el hecho de que, para él, los nombres tenían importancia.

Somos algo más que las partes que nos conforman,

The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

A veces un hombre disfruta oyendo una sinfonía. Otras le apetece más una giga. Con el amor pasa lo mismo. Cierto tipo de amor resulta adecuado para los mullidos almohadones de un claro crepuscular. Otro resulta natural en el desorden de las sábanas de una cama estrecha en el último piso de una posada. Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música." Kvothe

It's quite a thing," she said. "There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

We are more than the parts that form us, Bast

No me importaba lo que creyera el resto de la gente. Yo sabía la verdad, y no soy de los que se rinden fácilmente.

It is easier to understand if you think of it in terms of music. Sometimes a man enjoys a symphony. Elsetimes he finds a jig more suited to his taste. The same holds true for lovemaking. One type is suited to the deep cushions of a twilight forest glade. Another comes quite naturally tangled in the sheets of narrow beds upstairs in inns. Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines." Sleat gave a lazy

Era lo bastante listo para conocerse a sí mismo, lo bastante valiente para ser él mismo y lo bastante insensato para cambiarse a sí mismo y, al mismo tiempo, seguir manteniéndose auténtico. En ese sentido era prácticamente único, [...]

Jeder erzählt in seinem eigenen Kopf eine Geschichte über sich. Ununterbrochen. Die ganze Zeit. Und diese Geschichte macht einen zu dem, der man ist. Wir gründen unser ganzes Leben auf diese Geschichte.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made. Some

Hay dos cosas que debéis recordar. La primera es que nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres.

What about me? Where's the story for people like me?