Quotes About Introspection

Behold the portrait of our mortality

One has to go away, leave the self. How far must one not arrive in order to write, how far must one wander and wear out and have pleasure? One must walk as far as the night. One's own night. Walking through the self toward dark.

So little by little I climb towards life, in the straitjacket of my prison. I don't waste an ounce of air or sun. I explore I bring to light.

I never said to you: come back. Each time that you left forever, I lowered my head and looked at your left hand, I looked at the white carpet in front of the divan on which we were sitting, I didn't say the word, there is no circumstance, then I raised my eyes and looked out the window at the world that was moving away with the solemn slow pace of an ocean liner

Hold still we're going to do your portrait, so that you can begin looking like it right away.

You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.

Here I am now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, I still am here, but who? only myself, with my small waist, my small soul, my small arms, my small intelligence pushed to its greatest heights and thus ruthlessly able to see itself shut up inside its supple transparent but oh ruthlessly inflexible membrane, if I push it any farther it will burst its envelope, I am going to lose part of my mind, we will not longer steer clear of madness.

A true solitude is not unbearable since it allows for otherness.

In a relationship to the other, there is everything that is not of the same, of the same that is not, and of the other that he or she is. Generally, one notices all the same that he or she is not. It is much easier. It is harder to see the other he or she is. That is where the real work begins.

I like it where it gets dark at night, and if you want noise, you have to make it yourself.

I had a lot of other ideas, now and then, but every time I took a second look at one, it got sick and died.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober not to make us sorry but wise.

At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.

Go away...I'm alright.

When you are angry or frustrated, what comes out? Whatever it is, it's a good indication of what you're made of.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. 689

He suspected that when Feynman wanted to know what an electron would do under given circumstances he merely asked himself, "If I were an electron, what would I do?

He had the cast of mind that often produces cranks and misfits: a willingness, even eagerness, to consider silly ideas and plunge down wrong alleys.

When persons encounter God's self-disclosure, they not only know who God is but also who they are.

Anson looked searchingly at her. His eyes moved over her body. He thought: you meet a woman and she starts a chemical reaction in you. You think there is no one like her in the world, then something happens, and it is finished. She means less to me now than the used plate after a good meal, and how little can that be?

And I could find other excuses to get out and sit on the crisp grass and look out over the airy roof of Yorkshire. It was like taking time out of life. Time to get things into perspective and assess my progress.

Looking back, I realise it was one of the bravest things I have ever done.

I was really sloshing around in my trough of self-pity

felt drained. Watching the life of the