Quotes About Introspection

I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind.

According to Democritus, truth lies at the bottom of a well, the water of which serves as a mirror in which objects may be reflected. I have heard, however, that some philosophers, in seeking for truth, to pay homage to her, have seen their own image and adored it instead.

My language is the sum total of myself.

Let us not pretend to doubt in philosophy what we do not doubt in our hearts.

Our whole past experience is continually in our consciousness, though most of it sunk to a great depth of dimness. I think of consciousness as a bottomless lake whose waters seem transparent, yet into which we can clearly see but a little way.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Why me?", then a voice answers "Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.

It's hard to convince people when you're just staring out the window that you're doing your hardest work of the day.

I'm getting old, thought Eileen Calder. Old and worn out and cynical. And being cynical is a lot worse than being old or worn out.

Sometimes I think about dying. And then I wonder about going to hell. And then I think that if and when I go there, the place will be completely organized and run by lost souls, with a council and a works committee and an ethics panel, and I'll feel right at home.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.

MY SECRET IDENTITY IS The room is empty, And the window is open

At some point my need for a solution was replaced by the poetry of my continuous failure.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

Inside is where we meet everyone else; it's on the outside that we are truly alone.

Thoreau loved ants. He'd meet one in the morning and spend the whole day talking to him.

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

In the dark to see, you ass-scratchers! In the dark to see.

To be conscious is already to be divided, to be multiple.

Estranged from family and friends While racking our brains whether The world we see is truly out there, Or it never leaves our minds.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

While you sit Like a rain puddle in hell Knitting the socks Of your life.

When you play chess alone it's always your move.

To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.

Beware of no man more than of yourself; we carry our worst enemies within us.