Quotes About Reflection

nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres.

I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

Una pálida luz dorada quedó atrapada en su pelo dorado pálido. Auri se sonrió a sí misma en el espejo. Parecía el sol.

Durante medio minuto lamentó que no fuera otra clase de día, a pesar de saber que deseando cosas no se conseguía nada. A pesar de saber que no estaba bien hacerlo.

Están las cosas tan mal como parece? ¿O me he vuelto viejo, como mi padre, y a todo le encuentro un sabor amargo comparado con cuando era niño?

Sentirse solo era terrible.

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.

El día que dejamos de preocuparnos por el futuro es el día que dejamos atrás nuestra infancia.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you…" Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.

Jeder von uns hat zweierlei Geist. Einen wachen Geist und einen schlafenden Geist. Unser wacher Geist ist der, der denkt und spricht. Unser schlafender Geist aber ist viel mächtiger. Er schaut tief in das Herz der Dinge hinein. Das ist der Teil von uns, der träumt. Er erinnert sich an alles. Er verleiht uns die Intuition. Dein wacher Geist versteht das Wesen der Namen nicht. Dein schlafender Geister versteht es durchaus. Er weiß bereits vieles, was dein wacher Geist nicht weiß.

Si estad leyendo esto, seguramente estoy muerto

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 abour yourself than a hundred years of quite introspection.

Con la edad se deterioran muchas cosas. Las manos y la espalda cobran rigidez. La visión empeora. La piel se vuelve áspera y la belleza se apaga.

Así que, sí, hasta cierto punto aquellas dos cosas bastarían para fabricar jabón. Pero ¿no sería espantoso? ¿No sería terrible vivir rodeada de la descarnada y cruda vacuidad de las cosas que, sencillamente, bastaban para algo?

Kote was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much, Bast. My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did." He smiled wistfully. "Even if there were very good reasons for me not to do what I did.

Out with it," Kote said finally. "What were you thinking?" Bast said with an odd mixture of confusion and concern. Kote was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much, Bast. My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did." He smiled wistfully. "Even if there were very good reasons for me not to do what I did.

My fear is, what is the larger effect of my book on the world and on the minds of the people who take the time to consume it? Am I contributing in a positive way to the overall kind of collective consciousness of people in the world? I worry about that.

Cuando el mundo entero se convertía en un palimpsesto, él se convertía en un palíndromo perfecto.

As he sorted and packed, the red-haired man seemed content. But if you looked more closely you might have noticed that while his hands were busy, his eyes were far away. And while his expression was composed, pleasant even, there was no joy in it. He did not hum or whistle while he worked. He did not sing.

I have always thought," Alveron said at last, introducing the topic of our discussion, "that everyone has a question that rests in the center of who they are." "How do you mean, your grace?" "I believe everyone has some question that drives them. A question that keeps them awake nights. A question they worry at like a dog with an old bone. If you understand a man's question, it brings you closer to understanding the man himself.

A veces lo único que puedes hacer es marcharte.

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.

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".