Quotes About Inwardness

I came into the world alone." She picked up her shoe and scratched the crust out of the tread. She said, "I didn't want to go out of it alone.

I am a little world made cunningly.

He has a tendency to slip the bounds of the real, tangible world around him and enter another place. He will sit in a room in body, but in his head he is somewhere else, someone else, in a place known only to him.

Maybe we are overdeveloped outwardly and underdeveloped inwardly. Perhaps it is we who, for all our wealth, are living in poverty.

And then my thoughts, did not they form a similar sort of hiding-hole, in the depths of which I felt that I could bury myself and remain invisible even when I was looking at what went on outside?

I inwardly did nothing.O Iscariot-like crime!

You happened to me. You were as deep down as I've ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.

Be able to live alone, even if you don't want to and think you will never find it necessary.

He who does not enjoy solitude will not love freedom.

Und doch sitzt in mir noch immer eine wahnsinnige Hoffnung. Ich kann nur nachsichtig darüber lächeln. Mit diesem verstockten Eigensinn habe ich als Kind gehofft, nie sterben zu müssen. Ich stelle mir diese Hoffnung als einen blinden Maulwurf vor, der in mir hockt und über seinem Wahn brütet. Da ich ihn nicht aus mir vertreiben kann, muss ich ihn gewähren lassen.

No one can worthily speak or hear any Scripture, unless he is touched in conformity with it, so that he feels inwardly what he hears and says outwardly and says, "Ah, this is true!

The weirdest thing about a mind is that you can have the most intense things going on in there but no one else can see them. The world shrugs.

Moments mystérieux pendant lesquels, privée de tout courage et incapable de mouvement, elle semblait ne rien faire, alors qu'accomplissant un travail infini, elle ne cessait de descendre jeter par-dessus bord pensées de vivante, pensées de morte pour se creuser en elle un asile d'extrême silence.

To see the object is to plunge into it.

No one else knew what went on inside you; no one else cared.

Que proveito tenho eu se o nascimento eterno do filho divino ocorre sem cessar, mas não ocorre dentro de mim? Que proveito obtenho eu do fato de Deus dar à luz o seu filho, se eu não o trago à luz em minha época, e em minha cultura?

Em persegueixo més ençà dels sentits perquè hi ha sempre algun íntim espai de mi que em manca.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don't. I don't. People are much more complicated than that. It's true of everybody.

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

Contrary to what many people want to believe, the novel is in good shape these days, as healthy and vigorous as it's ever been. It's an inexhaustible form, and no matter what the pessimists say, it's never going to die... Because a novel is the only place in the world where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy. The reader and the writer make the book together. No other art can capture the essential inwardness of human life.

Einmal, der Tod hatte Zulauf, verbargst du dich in mir.

Y vos? -Yo soy cosa mía.