Quotes About Introspection

A keener interest in trinkets of self-adornment than in people is a symptom of alienation.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time.

Unable to suspect others, unable to believe in others, one would to live in a suspended state, a state of bankrupt human relations, as if one were looking into a mirror that reflects nothing.

The change in the sand corresponded to a change in himself. Perhaps, along with the water in the sand, he had found a new self.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time. I too was wretchedly floundering around, tightly closed into the bag of myself.

Lo que tú necesitas no soy yo: seguro que es un espejo. Pues cualquier otro que no seas tú no pasa de ser, para ti, más que un espejo en donde reflejarte. Yo, desde luego, no tengo el propósito de volver a un desierto de espejos como ese

More than iron doors, more than walls, it is the tiny peephole that really makes the prisoner feel locked in

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

Who could imagine that one could be so ridiculed, so humiliated by oneself?

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary only when nothing happens.

ÄŒím je ?lovÄ›k nedokonalejÅ¡í, tím pÃ…â"¢ísnÄ›jÅ¡ím kritikem má tendence se stát.

Femeia rec?zuse în t?cerea ei pasiv?, aÅŸa cum cade o piatr? în ap?.

Fiecare îÅŸi are propria lui filosofie, care nu i se potriveÅŸte decît lui.

the statement is a record stretching over a whole year and filling three notebooks the size of folios.

Gândul acesta îi st?ruia într-un ungher al conÅŸtiinÅ£ei, ca o ruf? ud?, acolo unde, singur?, b?taia inimii era dureros de clar?.

Surely I have made too much of my loneliness. I thought my loneliness greater than all mankind's combined.

I had dreamt up a cause for my jealousy by myself and I was jealous because of myself.

I stuck a cigarette through the slit in the bandage and asked myself with a nervous fidget what I had lost along with my face.

speranÅ£ele aveau s? moar? otr?vite de îndoielile lui.

La Å£ar? lumea se gandea mult pan? se exprima în cuvinte. În privinÅ£a asta erau mai cinstiÅ£i.

No matter how many faces I have, there is no changing the fact that I am me. I was just attempting to fill in a too-long intermission in my life with a trivial "masked play.

Being a clown would be all right, but I did not want to be a clown unaware that he was one.

I do not really understand. What was happening inside you? I did not have a clue.

I had better think things through carefully again after I have returned with your surrender in hand.