Quotes About Introspection

I was only playing for myself, but I was a harsh audience.

Mis habitaciones eran tan agradables que tardé casi un día entero en darme cuenta de cuánto las odiaba.

I haven't told many stories lately, and I find myself unreasonably dry.

There were tears once or twice. But they were not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt.

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.

It is the luxury of looking backward. You can do it forever, and it is useless.

Vahel on lahkumine ainus, mida sa teha saad.

That´s all,' I said after several minutes of fumbling around the subject. 'Or at least that´s enough of my talking about it. She confuses me like no other thing in the world.' I picked at a splinter in the tabletop with my finger. 'I hate not understanding a thing.

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.

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

Bárbaros! —dijo enjugándose las lágrimas—. Se me había olvidado lo atrasados que sois. Mi rey poeta también era así. Tardó muchísimo en comprender la verdad: que existe una gran diferencia entre el pene y el corazón.

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

Qué nos queda cuando nos fallan las palabras?

Everyone knows a man's reputation except the man himself.

And as I spoke the words I felt a terrible anger come together inside me. It wasn't hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold. And as soon as I felt it, I realized it had been there inside me for a long while, crystallizing, like a pond slowly freezing solid over a long winter night.

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.

She nodded seriously. "That's as much as I've guessed too." She paused to look at the circle the horizon made around us. The wind caught her hair and she brushed it back again. "Do you happen to know where I'm going?

A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

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.

soaking in the quiet until he was full of it, then taking it with him when he left.

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.