Quotes About Inwardness

Inima o luase razna! S?lta ca un iepure speriat, ca ÅŸi cum n-ar fi putut s? stea în culcuÅŸul ei. P?rea gata s? se furiÅŸeze oriunde - în gur?, în urechi sau chiar în intestine.

I do not really understand. What was happening inside you? I did not have a clue.

Better spare to have of thine own, then aske of other men. [Better spare to have of thine own than ask of other men.]

I'm definitely happy by my self, you know what I mean. The money is better. But you know, I'd just rather be alone.

Nature educates us into beauty and inwardness and is a source of the most noble pleasure.

A good book is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility what human nature is of what happens in the world. It's a creator of inwardness.

Nature inspires me because it's so peaceful. It makes me have an inward experience. It makes me reflective and nostalgic.

The tiniest mite has an inner life of which we can know nothing.

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

We would rather explore the far side of the moon or the bottom of the ocean than the hidden depths within ourselves.

So long as antimilitarists propose no substitute for war's disciplinary function, no moral equivalent of war, analogous, as one might say, to the mechanical equivalent of heat, so long they fail to realize the full inwardness of the situation.

God enters by a private door into every individual.

Now is the dwelling place of God himself.

Talk about God can become dreary and lackluster if God isn't in you.

God's entire divine nature is wholly and entirely in all creatures, more deeply, more inwardly, more present than the creature is to itself.

Much that for us is fraught with with happiness or misery, remains almost unnoticed by the rest of the world.

I don't need other people. I don't need help. I can take care of me.

I have no home but me.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

We are all of us born with a letter inside us, and that only if we are true to ourselves, may we be allowed to read it before we die.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

I'm a stranger behind the same set of eyes that the girl in the photo holds.

Como quien no quiere la cosa. Ninguna cosa. Boca cosida. Párpados cosidos. Me olvidé. Adentro el viento. Todo cerrado y el viento adentro.

Es el subsuelo. No veo a nadie. No puedo ver a nadie. Estoy cansada. Me termino. Me hundo. No puedo hablar. ¿Qué espero?