Quotes About Wisdom

The answer is that each of us has two minds: a waking mind and a sleeping mind. Our waking mind is what talks and reasons. But the sleeping mind is more powerful. It sees deeply to the heart of things, It is the part of us that dreams. It remembers everything. it gives us intuition. Your waking mind does not understand the nature of names. Your sleeping kind does. It already knows many things your waking mind does not.

Small facts lead to great knowing,

Todos tenemos dos mentes: una mente despierta y otra mente dormida. Nuestra mente despierta es la que piensa, habla y razona. Pero la mente dormida es más poderosa. Ella ve en lo más profundo de las cosas. Es la parte de nosotros que sueña. Lo recuerda todo. Nos proporciona intuición. Tu mente despierta no entiende la naturaleza de los nombres. Pero tu mente dormida sí. Ella sabe muchas cosas que tu mente despierta ignora.

You think you can trust me to teach you," he said. "You think I will keep you safe. But that is the worst sort of foolishness.

Most things fail with age. Our hands and backs stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine.

Names reflect true understanding of a thing, and when you truly understand a thing you have power over it.

Solo un necio se preocupa por lo que no puede controlar

I brought you a ring." It was made of warm, smooth wood. "What does it do?" I asked. "It keeps secrets," she said. I held it to my ear, Auri shook her head seriously, her hair swirling around her. "It doesn't tell them, it keeps them." She stepped close to me and took the ring, sliding it onto my finder. "It's quite enough to have a secret," she chided me gently. "Anything more would be greedy.

Vaig fullejar el registre per buscar el nom del mestre i després vaig retrocedir amb el dit cap al lloc on constrava el títol de l'assignatura, escrit amb tinta negra i fresca: "Introducció a la Manera de no Ser un Ase Estúpid".

He held up his own. "To Dyanae," he said. "Most lovely." "To Denna, full of delight." "Young and unbending." "Bright and fair." "Ever sought, ever alone." "So wise and so foolish," I said. "So merry and so sad." "Gods of my fathers," Deoch said reverently. "Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm." We both drank and set down our glasses.

I nodded to her. "I bow to your wisdom, Vashet." "You bow to the fact that I am unarguably correct.

Never fool yourself into perceiving things that don't exist.

so höre denn, was zu hören lohnt: es fürchte der weise die nacht ohne mond.

title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: "Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.

Un árbol no provoca una tormenta, pero cualquier idiota sabe dónde va a caer el rayo.

Ten times ten thousand books. More than that. More books than you could ever read." Abenthy's voice grew vaguely wistful. More books than I could read? Somehow I doubted that.

That is the way it usually goes in stories: the young man has to prove his dedication to the old hermit in the woods before he's taken under his wing.

Sí podía —dijo Kvothe con seriedad—. Y no lo hice. Tomé una decisión, y todavía me arrepiento de ella. Los huesos se sueldan. El arrepentimiento perdura para siempre.

It was wise enough to know itself and brave enough to be itself and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

I finally let my poor, tortured lute fall silent, remembering something my father had said long ago: 'Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune's tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart's mettle, and there's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle or you'll sound sour as a broken bell.

Tombs is for feckless tits who can't chew their own food,

Cuando Bast volvió a la habitación, con una vaina negra colgando de la mano, sobre la barra había un montón de botellas relucientes y Kote estaba de pie en el mostrador, ahora vacío, montado entre los dos pesados barriles de roble. Kote, que estaba colocando el tablero sobre uno de los barriles, se quedó quieto y gritó, consternado: —¡Ten cuidado, Bast! Eso que llevas en la mano es una dama, no una moza de esas con las que bailas en las fiestas de pueblo.

Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.

and suggested that in the future I refrain from strenuous physical activity in a hot room the day after falling off a roof.