Quotes About Introspection

The function of the zazen and koan is to undo the system that contains them.

The first is that all effort to negate self only succeeds in affirming it. The second is that self is not a thing but a reference position.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro.

hay algo dentro de mi que se arrastra hacia fuera, como la mano de un hombre dormido en una barca que se descuelga hasta tocar el agua.

Cuando el cielo se oscureció y aunque no eran más que nubes, tuve la sensación de que todo se terminaba y la sensación de haber sentido lo mismo un millón de veces antes.

La tristeza es algo constante. Las canciones se dedican a tapar la tristeza igual que el ruido tapa el silencio. Así que cuando las canciones se acaban, vuelve la tristeza.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro. Después los antidepresivos detienen todos esos malditos neurotransmisores y uno ya no se pregunta nada.

Se huomasi, että jokin sen sisällä kului - se ihan oikeasti huomasi sen - niin kuin taskulampun paristo. Sille puhuttiin lentokentistä ja pesukoneista, mutta se pystyi ajattelemaan vain hirmumyrskyjä.

Right after 'Raymond' I had a world-is-my-oyster attitude, but I found out I don't like oysters. I had this existential emptiness. 'What is my purpose? Who am I?' I had a big identity crisis.

Nobody wakes up in the morning thinking, 'I'm a bad guy.' They think they're the right guy.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.

and it ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.

Tall, aren't you?" she said. "I didn't mean to be." Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

The world is much larger than I once dreamed, or perhaps my place in it is smaller than I once realized.

The faults we see in others never seem as dreadful as those we see in ourselves.

We all live like cockroaches in the crevices of our imagination.

maybe we don't need a heavenly bribe or the fear of hell and damnation to make us behave decently. Maybe it would be healthier if people started believing in themselves instead.

The soul began as unquestionably real and the self ended as arguably a fiction.

The lengths that post-analytical philosophers of mind have gone to in order to avoid acknowledging contents of consciousness have been extraordinary.

Trying to discover the contents of our ordinary Wednesdays in the tropisms of the evolved organism as reflected in brain activity is like applying one's ear to a seed and expecting to hear the rustling of the woods in a breeze.