Quotes About Inner

Many a wise man lacks for sense, Many a fool has a heart of gold, Happiness often ends in tears, But what's inside can never be told.

Often the psyche is the worst enemy of the body: it doesn't let the body live, it doesn't let it enjoy itself when it wants to or get the rest it is begging for. If only we could extract it the way we extract the tonsils or the appendix, we would all live healthy and contended lives till we were a thousand years old.

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What is a secret wish? It is what you want but cannot ask.

I love my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

Pero no puedes permanecer en la oscuridad durante mucho tiempo. Algo dentro de ti empieza a desvanecerse y entonces te vuelves como una persona hambrienta, desesperadamente ansiosa de luz.

I loved my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

It was sad and beautiful knowledge that a person cannot be found elsewhere but in his own spirit.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

The inner hatreds of men are now projected outside. There are fights in the streets. Revolutions in France, they say. Men did not seek to resolve their own personal revolutions, so now they act them out collectively.

The failures are not due to any injustice, but to an inner defect. It is always caused by the person himself. Yes, I know, you think you are doing an act of justice. But they will only suck you dry, wear out your energy, nourish themselves on your ideas. After being the most compassionate man in the world, I say to you today: Let the weak ones die, let them commit suicide.

Anaïs Nin noted in her diary: "The same thing which makes Henry indestructible is what makes me indestructible: It is that at the core of us is a writer, not a human being.

Each one of us possesses in himself a separate and distinct city, a unique city, as we possess different aspects of the same person.

Why did I feel warmed by imperfections, discomfort, and patina? Because intense living leaves scars, and I could not find such scars anywhere in America. Inner scars, softened, human wear and tear.

The inner and poetic illumination of his life came from me.

Without the most humble and sedulous grappling with the inner defects there can never be any real mastery—and the most beautiful efforts will come to nought.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

O inimigo de um amor nunca vem de fora, não é homem ou mulher, é o que falta em nós mesmos.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

Parce que ma bouche se tait, pensez-vous que mon coeur se repose?

And who shall say how many passions and how many hostile thoughts may live together in the mind of man?

Amiel écrirait que son âme émet des rayons noirs.

Ah! que ce qu'on appelle bonheur est chose peu étrangère à l'âme et que les éléments qui semblent le composer du dehors importent peu!