Quotes About Reflection

We talked about who we liked in the University, but more time was spent mulling over who we didn't like, and why, and what we would do about it given the chance. Such is human nature.

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 thought I might be a little crazy." "You still might be," she said. "I'm not a good touchstone to use for judging your sanity." "Do you feel crazy?" She shook her head, a half smile curling the corner of her mouth. "No. How about you?" "Not particularly." "That's either good or bad, depending," she said. "How do you propose we go about solving the mystery of the ages?

After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket. Restless,

I bristled with two dozen new questions. Not so many, you might think, but when you added them to the half-hundred questions I carried with me wherever I went, I was stretched nearly to bursting.

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.

Hacia finales del verano, oí, sin proponérmelo, una conversación que me sacó de mi estado de dichosa ignorancia. Cuando somos niños, casi nunca pensamos en el futuro. Esa inocencia nos deja libres para disfrutar como pocos adultos pueden hacerlo. El día que empezamos a preocuparnos por el futuro es el día que dejamos atrás nuestra infancia.

Hay silencios que ni las palabras pueden ahuyentar

When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart …

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid.

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.

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.

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,

Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.

que el otoño es la estación idónea para arrancar de raíz cualquier cosa que no quieras que vuelva a molestarte.

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... That way, when he finds the answers, they'll be precious to him.

a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

I do not have much in me that might encourage a woman to make long habit of my company.

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

En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

didn't think I could trust you," I said. "I was wrong, and I regret it. It wasn't the clearest thinking I've ever done.

Time is the great healer, and so on.