Quotes About Introspection

You don't have to enjoy life, you simply have to do the best you can at it. Because every day you wake up and see yourself in the mirror, and that reflection is something you can never get away from. Not ever.

You're always tellin' me to go out more, Go ahead, get out and see the world, But then I think, why should I? I'd rather stay home and cry.

She was learning something important: how to live within the sound of her own slow breathing, how to love the view when her eyes were shut.

I think they're being cheap with their lives, that's why. So they seem ravenous for the worst thoughts I can have.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds, then picked up his cutlery, hunched over his plate. Outside, behind him, the wind carried the rain, the lamp posts quivered. I found myself thinking of certain people I knew--people not that far away--how surprised they'd be (wouldn't they?) to see me sitting there with that bright, bland expression on my face, trying to fence with this nonsense. Or had I been very naive? Was this what life was like, really, and everyone knew it but me?

Finding out what you already know. Repeatingly. That's not sane, is it? And while he might have said that this was how he was, for me it continued to be frightening, panic-making, to hear the low, pleading sounds I'd started making, whenever he was sharp with me. This wasn't how I spoke. (Except it was.) This wasn't me, this crawling, cautious creature. (Except it was.)... none of this was personal.

Can the future be a white expanse? Can you run in, heart pounding? I find I've never given much thought to the future. Beyond that sense of getting away. Derelictions, you see, left and right. Yet here I am.

It's true about the running water. You can hear anything you want to in it.

Silence is a sounding thing, to one who listens hungrily.

It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes I am aware there is winter to heed. There is no warm house That is fitted with my need.

The dark hangs heavily Over the eyes.

When you're in the middle of your depression, pay good attention to it, because, tended carefully, you never know where it might lead you.

The crucial thing here is not to listen to your mind. Your mind has got its basic communication lines crossed. If you try to fly in this flak you will shoot down your own aircraft. Keep close to yourself...fly under your own radar. Let the anti-aircraft guns discharge their ammunition into the plaid sky. Steal home, undetected even by yourself. Whatever you do, in this state, don't think.

Ha a jelenben van egy valódi igazság, akkor azt csak az ember hordozhatja. Mert nincsen más, csak ember van.

Vakhív? támaszt nem a helyeslésben, hanem az elutasításban keres.

Szerintem ti semmit sem tudtok magatokról, minthogy sose voltatok évekig magánzárkába zárva.

Oscar sat back and looked at me appraisingly. "I need to think. And to think I must have oysters and champagne.

La personalidad es algo muy misterioso. No puede valorarse a un hombre por lo que hace. Puede cumplir la ley y ser despreciable. Puede incumplir la ley y aun así ser un caballero. Puede ser malo sin haber hecho nunca nada malo. Puede cometer un pecado contra la sociedad y tomar conciencia, gracias a ese pecado, de su propia perfección...

I'd love to step off this well-trodden straight and boring path. To somehow live differently, think different thoughts, feel different feelings than others. It wouldn't bother me to be as alone as a tree on the plains. My leaves would be like no other tree's.

Shun praise. Praise leads to self-delusion. Thy body is not Self, thyself is in itself without a body, and either praise or blame affects it not.

I lose the thread

Estas son la ma

An old cardboard box: you think it but you don't say it. Leftovers, that are swept up and glued together. I am your alipte , I say, I am your personal trainer and masseuse. I oil you. But there's no ointment against the bad thoughts and phantasms.

But I may also be afraid. I am afraid. I have already read it. And, not to lie to you, I liked it. But I am afraid. I am not afraid of you, Fidelia, Sania, Ania. I am afraid of you . (I put all this in my separate notebook. My doubtbook.)