Quotes About Reflection

These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them.

It's a horrible thing to have your body fail you. You never think about it when you're young.

As I lay there, I realized I had been wrong before, this was the most wonderful moment of my life.

It's like 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.

Una vez, uno de los maestros de la Universidad me dijo que había siete palabras que hacían que una mujer te amara. Estaba preguntándome cuáles serían esas siete palabras. -¿Por eso hablas y hablas sin parar? ¿Confías en dar con ellas por casualidad?

Then, eyes closed, she brushed the smooth side of it soft across her lips. It was a tender, thoughtful motion. It was nothing like a kiss.

Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." "I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

Eventually, Bast spoke up. "May I ask a question, Reshi?" Kote smiled gently. "Always, Bast." "A troublesome question?" "Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.

This is why we have music, after all. Words cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us. Finally

As with many things, hesitation is better than hurry.

Luego toqué la canción que se esconde en el centro de mí. Esa música sin letra que recorre los rincones secretos de mi corazón. La toqué con cuidado, desgranando las notas lenta y suvamente en el oscuro silencio nocturno. Me gustaría poder decir que es una canción alegre, que es dulce y animada, pero no lo es.

Evoqué su olor, la curva de su cuello cerca de la oreja, cómo movía las manos cuando hablaba. Me pregunté dónde estaría esa noche, si se encontraba bien. Me pregunté, de pasada, si sus pensamientos también volaban a veces hacia mí convertidos en tiernas reflexiones...

Those were the worst memories. Precious and perfect. Sharp as a mouthful of glass. I lay in bed, clenched into a trembling knot, unable to sleep, unable to turn my mind to other things, unable to stop myself from remembering again. And again. And again

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way. Would I could my own fire lend. What does your flickering portend?

A veces, caer también nos enseña cosas. En los sueños, muchas veces caes antes de despertar.

muchos recorremos nuestro camino, día tras día, sintiéndonos ligeramente dañados y solos, y que estamos siempre rodeados de otras personas que se sienten exactamente igual que nosotros.

No breath of wind disturbed the surface of the water. So as we climbed out onto the fallen stone the stars reflected themselves in double fashion; as above, so below.

Too much looking can get in the way of seeing,

Teccam said the same thing: no man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

She caught a piece of my smile and shone it back at me.

Eavesdropping is a deplorable habit, but I have developed worse ones since.

Bast spoke up. "May I ask a question, Reshi?" Kote smiled gently. "Always, Bast." "A troublesome question?" "Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.

A recuperar lo q deje guardado en el baul de la indiferencia