Quotes About Introspection

Hélas, la vie calme et tranquille que je m'étais imaginée s'est très vite transformée en enfer.

I hardly trust myself to write about him. I do not know what I should write about him.

a trecut atata timp de cand nu i-a mai dat ascultare inimii ascultare inimii sale, ca aceasta a amutit.

What if you know yourself too well? What if you do not like what you know?

Isn't that her problem? That she lets his thoughts crowd in on hers - crowd out hers...

Could she ever know him? Could he ever know her? Or would they always hold fast to what they imagined of each other so that life together would for each be more lonely than life alone?

She needs to leave him alone when he wants to be left alone. But then, do they meet in order for him to be left alone? Do they take trains and aeroplanes and drive for hours so that he should be left alone? If what he wants is to be left alone, then why do they meet at all? Everybody worries so about separation, but the problem is not the separations; it is how they are when they're together

Merciful Father.... I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only, to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought and have not thought... All we ought to have said and have not said. All we ought to have done and have not done. I pray thee, God for forgiveness.

How you treat others is a reflection of the relationship you have with yourself

Just like water in an aquarium, a mind left to stagnate brings forth death to whichever life that dwells within it

Lord save me from this abomination that I have to face in the mirror each and everyday

The object of the poet is not to accurately describe an emotion brought about from an experience, but rather, the poem is an acknowledgement that words have rendered themselves useless and the attempt to write is merely an acknowledgement of that moment

The secret of life isn't an attempt to explain everything but, rather, to understand that certain things can't be explained. Demanding that everything is to be dissected neath a microscope is madness. Hence the attempt to explain everything is madness.

Afghanistan is not only the mirror of the Afghans: it is the mirror of the world. 'If you do not like the image in the mirror, do not break the mirror, break your face,' says an old Persian proverb.

Maybe we should always start everything from the inside and work to the outside, and not from the outside to the inside. What d'you think?

Unless you find yourself in a book, you have a hard time finding anybody else.

In fact, you could say that I became a poet by renouncing poetry.

nous savoir ce coeur lourd . . .

I have made a pact with the night, I have felt it softly healing me

I want to be violated by insight.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.

We are Prisoners of this Body.We are Prisoners of this Mind. Who are we? On Realization, the Truth we will find!