Quotes About Introspection

Whoever wants to know something about me - as an artist which alone is significant - they should look attentively at my pictures and there seek to recognise what I am and what I want.

My lidé jsme ne?istí, a ?asto je zapotÃ…â"¢ebí dlouhého postu a bdÄ›ní, než porozumíme Å¡epotu své duÅ¡e.

Life is generous; at every instant it gives us a new beginning. Every second we are confronted by the question: "Who am I?" We do not ask it, and this is why we do not find the beginning

Avevo tuttavia ottenuto almeno un risultato fermo: la certezza che la successione degli avvenimenti della vita di ognuno non è che una strada senza uscita, per quanto ampia e facilmente percorribile possa sembrare, e che la soluzione del nostro più intimo mistero si può trovare nelle linee appena visibili incise nel nostro essere, piuttosto che nelle rivoltanti e ovvie cicatrici lasciate dalla raspa della vita esteriore.

the longing for wisdom itself is wisdom' - 'search for a fixed point within yourself, my child, that the world cannot reach' - regard everything that happens as a lifeless painting and do not let yourself be touched by it

I am Madame Bovary.

That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.

Do not read as children do to enjoy themselves, or, as the ambitious do to educate themselves. No, read to live.

Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.

What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright...Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?

You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

necesito descansar; necesito, del mismo modo que se sangra el cuerpo por cuyas henchidas venas se precipita la sangre con pletórico empuje, desahogar el cerebro, insuficiente a contener tantos absurdos.

Inmóvil, absorto en una contemplación muda, yo permanecía aún con los ojos fijos en la figura de aquella mujer, cuya especial belleza había herido mi imaginación de un modo tan extraordinario.

A estas alturas y mientras dura el frío, la cocina es el estrado, el gabinete y el estudio

Deseo ocuparme un poco del mundo que me rodea, pudiendo, una vez vacío, apartar los ojos de este otro mundo que llevo dentro de la cabeza.

Yo no sé si ese mundo de visiones vive fuera o va dentro de nosotros.

Ese soy yo, que al caso cruzo el mundo, sin pensar de donde vengo, ni adonde mis pasos me llevarán

La soledad es el imperio de la conciencia.

Paseando por entre la indiferente multitud esta silenciosa tempestad de mi cabeza.

He looked out of the window to think, because without a window he couldn't think. Or maybe it was the other way around: When there was a window, he automatically started to think. Then he wrote, "When I grow up, I am going to be happy.

To put it another way, I am not trying to convince you; I am trying to convince myself.

Of the autistically interior, dreaming, reading, erotic, self-sufficient child in Balthus' painting we have practically no image at all. Balthus' children are not being driven to succeed where their parents failed, or to be popular, adjusted, or a somebody.

There are two races on earth. Those who need others, who are distracted, occupied and refreshed by others, who are worried, exhausted and unnerved by solitude as by the ascension of a terrible glacier or the crossing of a desert; and those, on the other hand, who are wearied, bored, embarrassed, utterly fatigued by others, while isolation calms them, and the detachment and imaginative activity of their minds bathes them in peace.