Quotes About Introspection

You must not let yourself be diverted out of your solitude by the fact that something in you wants to escape from it.

Going into oneself and not meeting anyone for hours – that is what one must arrive at.

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

There is only one way. Go into yourself. Examine the reason that bids you to write; check whether it reaches its roots into the deepest region of your heart, admit to yourself whether you would die if it should be denied you to write.

Do not strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them.

DeÄŸiÅŸmekte olduÄŸumu ne diye birine söyleyeyim ki? DeÄŸiÅŸirken, eski ben olarak kalm?yorum ve ÅŸimdiye kadarkinden biraz daha baÅŸkay?m, dolay?s?yla tan???m kimse olmad??? ortada. Ve yabanc?lara, beni tan?mayan insanlara mümkün deÄŸil yazamam.

Ich habe Hymnen, die ich schweige.

it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; the fact that a thing is difficult must be one more reason for our doing it.

This alone is needed: solitude, vast inner solitude. To go into yourself and meet no one for hours,—you must be able to achieve this. Be alone, as you were alone as a child, while the adults went about their business, caught up in matters that seemed important and grand because the grown-ups looked so busy and because you comprehended nothing of what they did.

Look, the trees are; the houses we live in still stand. We alone go past them like an exchange of vapors. And things conspire to tell us nothing, half in shame, perhaps, half in unspoken hope.

This, a world seen no longer from the human point of view, but inside the angel, is perhaps my real task.

I basically do not believe that it matters to be happy in the sense in which people expect to be happy. But I can so absolutely understand the kind of arduous happiness that consists in rousing forces through a determined effort, forces that then start to work upon one's self.

You are a young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers; they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions now.

Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely in the form of a laurel, slightly darker than all other green, with tiny waves on the edges of every leaf (like the smile of a breeze)—: why then have to be human—and, escaping from fate, keep longing for fate? . . .

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

A ella sólo nosotros la vemos; el animal libre tiene siempre su ocaso detrás de si y ante sí tiene a Dios, y cuando anda, anda en la eternidad, como andan las fuentes. Nosotros nunca tenemos, ni siquiera un solo día, el espacio puro ante nosotros, al que las flores se abren infinitamente.

Gehen Sie in sich. Erforschen Sie den Grund, der Sie schreiben heißt; prüfen Sie, ob er in der tiefsten Stelle Ihres Herzens seine Wurzeln ausstreckt, gestehen Sie sich ein, ob Sie sterben müssten, wenn es Ihnen versagt würde zu schreiben.

Erforschen Sie den Grund, der Sie schreiben heißt; prüfen Sie, ob er in der tiefsten Stelle Ihres Herzens seine Wurzeln ausstreckt.

Schließlich wollte ich Ihnen ja auch nur raten, still und ernst durch Ihre Entwicklung durchzuwachsen; Sie können sie gar nicht heftiger stören, als wenn Sie nach außen sehen und von außen Antwort erwarten auf Fragen, die nur Ihr innerstes Gefühl in Ihrer leisteten Stunde vielleicht beantworten kann.

Geben Sie jedes Mal sich und Ihrem Gefühl recht, (...) sollten Sie doch unrecht haben, so wird das natürliche Wachstum Ihres inneren Lebens Sie langsam und mit der Zeit zu anderen Erkenntnissen führen. Lassen Sie Ihren Urteilen die eigene stille, ungestörte Entwicklung, die, wie jeder Fortschritt, tief aus innen kommen muss und durch nichts gedrängt oder beschleunigt werden kann.

With the help of such impressions you regain your composure, win your way back out of the demands of the talking and chattering multtude (how voluble it is!), and you slowly learn to recognize the very few things in which something everlasting can be felt, something you can love, something solitary in which you can take part in silence.

If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world's sound - wouldn't you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attention to it.

Wenn Ihr Alltag Ihnen arm scheint, klagen Sie ihn nicht an; klagen Sie sich an, sagen Sie sich, daß Sie nicht Dichter genug sind, seine Reichtümer zu rufen; denn für den Schaffenden gibt es keine Armut und keinen armen, gleichgültigen Ort.

Live the questions now. Perhaps you then may gradually, without noticing, one day in the future, live into the answers.