Quotes About Reflection

Los soberbios dan pábulo a las propias penas.

Es más yo que yo misma. Sea cual sea la sustancia de la que están hechas nuestras almas, la suya y la mía son idénticas.

They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things.

Aussi ne saura-t-il jamais comme je l'aime; et cela, non parce qu'il est beau, (…), mais parce qu'il est plus moi-même que je ne le suis

Un homme sensé doit trouver une compagnie suffisante en soi-même.

Os orgulhosos provocam suas próprias tristezas.

Depois de deitar por terra o meu palácio, não erga uma cabana só para admirar a sua própria benevolência ao me oferecer abrigo.

De lo que sea que nuestras almas estén hechas; la suya y la mía son lo mismo.

Heathcliff is more myself than I am.

Why dost thou hold the treasure fast, Of youth's delight, when youth is past, And thou art near thy prime?

Un hombre sensato debe tener bastante compañía consigo mismo

Razborit ?ovjek mora na?i dovoljno društva u samom sebi.

Un hombre sensato debe encontrar suficiente compañía en sí mismo.

Ponosni ljudi sami sebi stvaraju tugu.

Ne mogu to izraziti, ali ti, kao svaki ?ovjek, zasigurno slutiš da postoji ili da bi trebao postojati život izvan našeg života. Kakve bi koristi bilo od mojeg postojanja kad bi bila u potpunosti dio ovog života?

He's more myself than I am.

S vremenom se pomirio sa sudbinom, pa mu je sjeta bila sla?a od svagdanjih radosti.

sami ?ete mo?i, kao i ja, donijeti sud o svemu ili barem tako misliti, a to je isto.

But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

jedan je zlato uporabljen kao kamen za plo?nike, a drugi je kositar, ulašten da bi oponašao srebrno posu?e.

Ruhlar?m?z her neden yo?rulmu?sa ikimizinki de ayn?.

Pero no tendrá usted ganas, señor Lockwood, de oírme moralizar. Usted es tan capaz como yo de juzgar todo esto por sí mismo, o por lo menos se creerá usted capaz de hacerlo, que viene a ser lo mismo.

Whatever the hell our souls are made out, hers and mine are the same.

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!