Quotes About Reflection

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

felt every year twice tonight, some of them three times.

El día que empezamos a preocuparnos por el futuro es el día que dejamos atrás nuestra infancia

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you dont want coming back to trouble you. Autumn...Autumn's the time. In autumn, everything is tired and ready to die.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

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

What have I done? The adulation of my peers below has been a waste of hours. Could I recall the moments I have carelessly cast away, I could but hope to spend them in a wiser way, and warm myself in light that rivals light of day.

Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter und lassen.

Its a horrible thing to have your body failure, you never think about it when you are young

constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was as if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river, while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current.

?? có th? giã t? cõi ??i khiêm nh??ng nhÆ° th? c?n Ä'ôi chút t?i thi?u lòng t?t b?m sinh...

Als Schubert so alt war wie ich, da war er schon drei Jahre tot.

Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

He was finally able to bask in his own existence; and he found it splendid.

KiÅŸiyi oraya götüren yol nice yan?lmalardan, rastlant?lardan, hayal k?r?kl?klar?ndan geçiyor.

Se fue volviendo cada vez más introvertido. Le gustaba vagar solo y sin rumbo...

Prefería abstenerse de ahondar en semejantes problemas , que le resultaban desagradables y solo conseguirían sumirle en la más penosa inseguridad e inquietud cuando, precisamente para servirse de la razón, necesitaba gozar de seguridad y sosiego.

Y lo olía con más exactitud de la que muchos lo veían, ya que lo percibía en su interior y por ello de manera más intensa: como la esencia, el espíritu de algo pasado que no sufre la perturbación de los atributos habituales del presente, como el ruido, la algarabía, el repugnante hacinamiento de los hombres.

DüÅŸünmek,herkesin acemice uygulamas?na gelmeyecek kadar güç bir ÅŸeydir.

ever farther from human beings, driving him on ever more insistently toward the magnetic pole of the greatest possible solitude.

Mirad he hecho una gran obra y me complace mucho, pero, como todo lo terminado, ya empieza a aburrirme. Quiero retirarme y, como culminación de ese fructífero día, permitirme un pequeño entretenimiento en las cámaras de mi corazón.

la actividad creadora se desarrollaba únicamente en su interior y no podía ser percibida por nadie más que por él mismo.

E poi? Che cosa avrebbe fatto poi? Non lo sapeva. Forse avrebbe ripreso la sua solita vita, forse si sarebbe sposato, forse avrebbe generato un figlio, forse non avrebbe fatto nulla, forse sarebbe morto. Gli era del tutto indifferente. Pensarci gli sembrava assurdo come pensare a quello che avrebbe fatto dopo la propria morte: naturalmente nulla. Nulla che già fin d'ora potesse sapere.