Quotes About Reflection

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, holding the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Me refiero a que cuando te tengo a mi lado es fácil olvidar. -¿Olvidar qué? -Todo -respondió, y por un instante su voz dejó de sonar alegre-. Todo lo malo de mi vida. Quién soy.

Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.

Do you know many stories?" He smiled, and the network of lines that crossed his face turned to make themselves part of that smile. "I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask you not to hold it against him. He meant well.

To really fear something you have to dwell on it.

Solange wir Kinder sind, denken wir nur selten an die Zukunft. Diese Unschuld ermöglicht es uns, uns zu vergnügen, wie nur wenige Erwachsene das können. Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter uns lassen.

Creo que todos tenemos una pregunta que nos dirige. Una pregunta que nos mantiene despiertos por la noche. Una pregunta a la que damos vueltas como un perro que juguetea con un hueso. Si entiendes la pregunta de un hombre, estás más cerca de entender al hombre en sí...

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 answer

Para temer de verdad algo tienes que detenerte a pensar en ello.

Time is the great healer,

A moment in the mind is worth nine in the fire.

Aquella noche se me ocurrieron diez mil cosas que habría podido decirle.

If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask that you not hold it against him. He meant well

Todos nos contamos una historia sobre nosotros mismos. Siempre. Continuamente. Esa historia es lo que nos convierte en lo que somos. Nos construimos a nosotros mismos a partir de esa historia.

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.

A long road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of introspection.

Alors, tu as trouvé ? a-t-elle demandé. - Quoi donc ? - Mais, ce que je fais là ! a-t-elle expliqué avec un gentil sourire. Je me suis posé cette question toute ma vie. Je m'étais dit que tu en avais peut-être une idée...

Always think about what you're singing, honey.

And she was sorry. She knew better. Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.

If I had my choice again, I would only change how fast I ran.

Tak reflects the subtle turning of the world. It is a mirror we hold to life. No one wins a dance, boy. The point of dancing is the motion that a body makes. A well-played game of tak reveals the moving of a mind. There is a beauty to these things for those with eyes to see it.

I don't remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.

When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome.