Quotes About Introspection

Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.

The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong.

If we wish to be good, we must first believe that we are bad.

Severe against others, he was most severe against himself. He resembled a Hebrew prophet He may be called a Christian Elijah.

"Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."

Open suspecting of others comes of secretly condemning ourselves.

I am not I; pity the tale of me.

By then it was more of an observation than a decision; it was less a matter of abandoning the faith than waking up to the fact that it had disappeared, quietly leaked away, as if there had been a small hole in my tank all along.

The only thing I know is that I know nothing' Socrates

We have all been too quick to make up our minds and too slow to change them.

Thus, when we look out at the world, we are nature gazing upon itself.

One cannot underestimate boredom as an incentive to write.

One can't live mindfully without being enmeshed in psychological processes that are around us.

I am too dark in my heart tonight.

A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.

I think I love him for this loneliness, that it's what pushed me toward him. I love his aloofness, his disengagement with the outside world. Such singularity moves me.

Je dis : pourquoi moi ? Il dit : parce tu n'es pas du tout comme les autres, parce qu'on ne voit que toi sans que tu t'en rendes compte. Il ajoute cette phrase, pour moi inoubliable : parce que tu partiras et que nous resterons.

Il me rend à la solitude. La plus profonde, celle qu'on ressent au cœur d'une foule.

We are alone in the world. I've never enjoyed the rain so much.

fundamental truth: that in the end, death is only a matter between you and yourself?

Those who have not taken this step, who have not come to terms with themselves, are not necessarily frightened, they are perhaps helpless, disoriented, lost as one is in the middle of a forest that's too dark or dense or vast.

Je me souviens d'instants d'une grâce indépassable dans une solitude insondable.

Je comprends alors qu'on ne voit pas les choses quand on regarde les êtres.

Las cosas no son blancas ni negras, lo que reina es el gris. Los hombres, sus almas... Pasa lo mismo. Tú eres un alma gris, rematadamente gris, cómo todos nosotros.