Quotes About Introspectiveness

Nothing is more miserable than one who is always out and about, running around everything in circles and looking for signs and symptoms to divine his neighbor's minds. He doesn't realize that it is sufficient to concentrate solely on the divinity within himself and to give it true service.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

AÈ™ fi vrut s?-l rog: povesteÈ™te-mi ceva despre tine. Nu lua în seam? limbuÈ›ia mea nefast?! Mi-am dat seama îns? c?-i mai uÈ™or s?-È›i formulezi pentru tine astfel de rug?minÈ›i decât s? le adresezi altcuiva.

I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.

I've always been a pretty private, quiet kind of person and so I haven't had to change my life really at all, I don't think.

The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.

You gotta be able to explain things to yourself when the lights go off and you get in the bed. You gotta deal with you at the end of the day.

Io a volte non so, quando quest'uomo è solo - chiuso al buio in una stanza, steso su un letto, uomo al mondo lui solo - io quasi non so s'io non sono, invece del suo scrittore, lui stesso.

The common factor linking all of my unhappy romances is me.

It must be awkward wearing one's whole interior life on display, for anyone to read.

Sometimes my capacity for smallness is surprising, even to myself.

Wanneer er rondom niets te verwachten is, keer je naar binnen.

Vous valez pour moi tout un public, car il y a un monde en vous.

The calling of a man's self to a strict account, is a medicine, sometime too piercing and corrosive.

I'm not the sort of person who reads much about himself.

I am a realistic type of guy. I am my biggest critic.

I don't think I am a great man.

there's nothing kills a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

The self is me, the me is I, and that's all that's left.

but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

There is one art of which man should be master, the art of reflection.

Persoana mea se estompa pentru c? punctul meu de vedere începuse s? conteze.

When he finally let the car it was because e could no longer bear his own company in such a confined space.

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix