Quotes About Introspection

One feels that one is listening to thought-tormented music

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...

Then, said Cranly, you do not intend to become a protestant? - I said that I had lost the faith, Stephen answered, but not that I had lost selfrespect

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.

skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his

Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me.

He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

But I am curious to know are you trying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself?

Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I?

Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before me now, in fact... O, give it up old chap! Sleep it off!

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Mi hai fatto confessare le paure che sento. Ma ti dirò anche che cos'è che non mi fa paura. Non mi fa paura esser solo o venir sprezzato per un altro o lasciare tutto ciò che tocchi lasciare. E non mi fa paura commettere un errore, anche un grande errore, un errore che duri quanto la vita e magari tutta l'eternità.

the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!

It's in the silence you feel you hear.

Neden sürekli gülümsediÄŸini ve dudaklar?n?n neden o kadar tükürükle ?slanm?? olduÄŸunu merak ettim. Sonra onun felç olduÄŸunu ve benim de onun günah?n? ba???lamak istermiÅŸ gibi hafifçe gülümsemekte olduÄŸumu fark ettim.

Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.

Why was he kneeling there like a child saying his evening prayers? To be alone with his soul, to examine his conscience, to meet his sins face to face, to recall their times and manners and circumstances, to weep over them.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlinck says: If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend. Every life is many days, days after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

Sako, perskaitysi savo paties nekrologÄ… - ilgiau gyvensi. Suteikia antrÄ… kvÄ—pavimÄ…. Nauja gyvenimo sutartis.

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves

Kai kurie žmon?s, - sako Blumas, - mato krisl? kito akyje, bet nemato r?sto savojoj.