Quotes About Reflection

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

There were gaps and breaks in our conversation, silences that stretched too long, silences that were short but terrifyingly deep.

My romances were all pleasant and brief. I cannot say why brief, except to state the obvious: that I do not have much in me that might encourage a woman to make a long habit of my company.

Ya lo dijo Teccam: no hay hombre valiente que nunca haya caminado cien kilómetros. Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever." Kvothe

Podia - Disse Kvothe, com ar sério -, mas não fiz. Fiz uma escolha e me arrependo dela até hoje. Os ossos se consolidam. O arrependimento fica com a gente para sempre.

Took an arrow in the knee on my way through the Eld three summers ago. It gives out every now and then." He grimaced and said wistfully, "It's what made me give up the good life on the road." He reached down to touch his oddly bent leg tenderly.

the silence remained.

Los huesos se sueldan. El arrepentimiento perdura para siempre.

I see the problem," I said slowly. "I don't seem to have any behavioral filters.

silence was his. This

sound of a man who is waiting to die.

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes." Kvothe nodded. "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.

Qué te hace pensar que no esté enseñándote? —me preguntó sorprendido—. Aparte del hecho de que te niegas a aprender.

that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

I shaved once, or was it twice? Time enough for me to grow a bit of a beard." Wil rolled his eyes at this, running his hand over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear," I said. "Still, mine grew out at least two or three times.

didn't feel like explaining myself, and was quite comfortable tolerating an uncomfortable silence.

Qué nos queda cuando nos fallan las palabras?

So this is the defference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most.

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes (...) 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 leveller, 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.

That's the first thing you said to me. I was just wondering why you're here. My seven words. I've been wondering the same thing for so long.

El desconocido era pura oscuridad: capa negra con capucha, máscara negra, guantes negros. Encanis estaba delante de mí ofreciéndome una moneda de plata en la que se reflejaba la luz de la luna.

Las preguntas que no podemos contestar son las que más nos enseñan. Nos enseñan a pensar