Quotes About Introspection

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. – Friedrich Nietzsche

Well, the meek were supposed to inherit the earth, but instead it has gone to the young—the technically inclined, those who stare into video screens rather than into their own souls.

Something about lying on our backs staring up at the heavens...opens the mind.

When life is dark, let your heart show you the way.

Nietzsche: "Los que luchan contra monstruos deben cuidarse de no acabar convertidos en uno de ellos".

He wondered if it might not be more appropriate to quote Nietzsche: "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.

El peor tipo de soledad en el mundo es la de ser malentendido. Puede llegar a provocar que uno pierda el contacto con la realidad".

Suntem noi învechiÈ›i? Sunt oamenii aceÈ™tia niÈ™te dinozauri? Sau eu? Mai are lumea cu adev?rat nevoie de un glas care s? ia partea celor s?raci, slabi È™i oprimaÈ›i ori a copiilor înc? nen?scuÈ›i? Avem într-adev?r nevoie de suflete ca acestea care, deÈ™i imperfecte, îÈ™i petrec întreaga via?? implorându-ne pe fiecare dintre noi s? nu ne pierdem jaloanele de moralitate È™i s? nu ne r?t?cim?

I know why I am here.

Each of us is a God, Buddha had said. Each of us knows all. We need only open our minds to hear our own wisdom.

Each of us knows all. We need only open our minds to hear our own wisdom. It

dos tipos de religiones: los credos dogmáticos y oscuros, que reprimen todo pensamiento original… y las religiones luminosas y expansivas, que fomentan la introspección y la creatividad.

The circumstances of life-the events of life-the people around me in life-do not make me the way I am. They reveal the way I am.

circumstances of life— The events of life— The people around me in life— Do not make me the way I am. They reveal the way I am.

We see things not as they are, but as we are. Because it is the 'I' behind the 'eye' that does the seeing.

How good it felt to be alone, stacking blocks. That's what came to him again, a kind of weight solidifying in his chest: how much he had loved to be alone - to be outside of his own life, a giant, sentient cloud looming over his imaginary city, hovering above it. There was a certain kind of blank omniscience that felt like his true self, at last.

He was surprised at how useless his mind was.

You look up for a moment and you're not sure which life is real. You've split yourself into so many honeycombed parts that they barely notice each other---all of them pacing, concurrently, parallel streams of though, and each one thinks of its self as me.

reckon it was some combination of these things, the feeling that I was separated from the rest of the people of earth by an invisible wall, like a fish in an aquarium.

Unfortunately, there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.

For all we know This may only be a dream An old Nina Simone song.

Then he began to see through too many things. He cogitated all the hope out of his life, which of course is the danger.

Imagine the parts of yourself disassembled; imagine, for example, that nothing is left of you but a severed hand in an ice cooler. Perhaps there is one of your loved ones who could identify even this small piece. Here: the lines on your palm. The texture of your knuckles and wrinkled skin at the joints in the middle of your fingers. Calluses, scars. The shape of your nails.

We are always telling a story to ourselves, about ourselves," he'd say. Sometimes he would make a gesture that was almost like a touch, though he actually rarely made skin-to-skin contact. "But we can control those stories," he'd say. "I believe that! Events in our life have meaning because we choose to give it to them.