Quotes About Introspection

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

Deberías de sentir lástima por él, hijo. Mañana nos iremos, pero él tendrá que convivir consigo mismo hasta el día de su muerte.

I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half (of my mind) where I'd hidden it only to find out I hadn't hidden it at all. I'd merely been waiting to see how ling I'd look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused at yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling to say the least.

I've always liked moonless nights best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

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.

Siempre he preferido las noches sin luna. A oscuras es más fácil hablar. Es más fácil ser uno mismo» —Denna.

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

You couldn't fight the tide or change the wind. And if there was a storm? Well, a girl should batten down and bail, not run the rigging. How could she help but make a mess of things, the state that she was in? She'd strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that . . .

Luego toqué la canción que se esconde en el centro de mí. Esa música sin letra que recorre los rincones secretos de mi corazón. La toqué con cuidado, desgranando las notas lenta y suvamente en el oscuro silencio nocturno. Me gustaría poder decir que es una canción alegre, que es dulce y animada, pero no lo es.

They drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.

everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

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.

Eavesdropping is a deplorable habit, but I have developed worse ones since.

Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

Siempre he preferido las noches sin luna. A oscuras es más fácil hablar. Es más fácil ser uno mismo.

Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's..." Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Pero all no había nadie que pudiera ver cómo secedió todo. Y no había ningún Dios que guiara la rueda. Solo estaba yo.

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...

Era...- Kvothe tenía la cabeza tan agachada que parecía que hablaba con sus manos, recogidas sobre el regazo-. ¿Que estoy haciendo? -Dijo con voz débil, como si tuviera la boca llena de grises cenizas-. ¿Para qué puede servir esto? ¿Cómo puedo explicárosla si yo nunca la he entendido?

Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

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...