Quotes About Balance

People began to live ON the earth rather than WITHIN it

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en un punto intermedio.

We negotiated peace with them the first time, my girl, because we were in a position of strength. That's how wars work, that's how truces work. We show them we've got more power than they imagine and they're more willing to make peace.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

And there's yer lesson. There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

They're fighting a war over who can be more peaceful.

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en algún punto intermedio.

Non sempre c'è un buono. Come non c'è sempre un cattivo. La maggior parte delle persone è una via di mezzo fra le due cose.

Who am I? I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

This must be insanity. (But I'm as sane as anyone.)

Joy and suffering are not mutually exclusive, they flow from the same valve. Close that valve and you may not hurt as much, but neither will you shine.

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.

She'd strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that... Well, then she didn't rightly know what happened next. But she hoped that after that the world would start to run itself a bit, like a gear-watch proper fit and kissed wit oil. That was what she hoped would happen.

Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

One wife, you're happy, two and you're tired, three and they'll hate each other, four and they'll hate you.

She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober either. Our exact positioning between these two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.

Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things.

Demasiados pensamientos, mi Kvothe. Sabes demasiado para ser feliz".

I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much".

You know that feeling when you tip your chair too far and begin to fall backward? The sensation was something like that, mixed with self recrimination and the fear of death.

It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

As with many things, hesitation is better than hurry.