Quotes About Introspection

I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.

She could feel the mirrors waiting for her in each room much the same as you felt, without opening your eyes, that the first snow of winter has just fallen outside your window.

This was all he wanted now. Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.

No les des ninguna materia delicada como filosofía o sociología para que empiecen a atar cabos. Por ese camino se llega a la melancolía.

I leave you now at the bottom of your own stair, at half after midnight, with a pad, a pen, and a list to be made. Conjure the nouns, alert the secret self, taste the darkness. Your own Thing stands waiting way up there in the attic shadows. If you speak softly, and write any old word that wants to jump out of your nerves onto the page... your Thing at the top of the stairs in your own private night... May well come down.

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? What a shame! You're not in love with anyone! And why not?

La verità è che non abbiamo bisogno soltanto di tranquillità. Ogni tanto dobbiamo essere turbati, tanto per cambiare.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered?

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together. Now, it's your turn. Jump!

You don't have to move, do you? On occasion, maybe, like tonight. But mostly you travel back and forth between your ears.

do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

You just won't admit you like crying, too. You cry just so long and everything's fine. And there's your happy ending. And you're ready to go back out and walk around with folks again. And it's the start of gosh-knows-what-all! Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment.

We haven't been too bad, have we?' 'No, nor enormously good. I suppose that's the trouble--we haven't been very much of anything except us, while a big part of the world was busy being lots of quite awful things.

Where strangers scanned each other's faces and found yesterday's sunrise instead of tomorrow's midnight.

and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.

She made empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust of guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.

Saben todos en el mundo...que están vivos?

And I? thought Hollis. What can I do? Is there anything I can do now to make up for a terrible and empty life? If only I could do one good thing to make up for the meanness I collected all these years and didn't even know was in me! But there's no one here but myself, and how can you do good all alone? You can't. Tomorrow night I'll hit Earth's atmosphere.

Will listened, cold but warming, glad to be in with a roof above, floor below, wall and door between too much exposure, too much freedom, too much night.

Even now he could feel the start of the long journey, the leave taking, the going away from the self he had been.

He, on the other hand, found great beauty behind her face, great kindness and understanding.

Wherever I land, next time I'll look close, swear to God.

Devo vedere il mio psichiatra. Vogliono rimettermi in carreggiata, ma io invento le cose che gli dico. Non so cosa pensi di me, dice che sono una cipolla umana: lo tengo occupato a pelare gli strati.