Quotes About Introspection

This inner gaze is devoid of all tension or strain: how could it belong to an intellect strained with effort?

What way do I take to get there? You are the way and the destination. How do I start? By entering into profound communication with the reality of your life as it is. How do I find this capacity, develop it? By starting with what touches you or moves you naturally.

If you can't discover what's keeping you in, the will to get out soon becomes confused and ineffectual - Ishmael

There are times when having too much to say can be as dumbfounding as having too little.

If you can't discover what's keeping you in, the will to get out soon becomes confused and ineffectual.

I went out and had a drink. I needed to talk to someone, and solitary drinkers are lucky in this regard— they always have someone to talk to.

We don't need prophets to tell us how to live; we can find out for ourselves by consulting what's actually there.

And this thought is a question: Why? "Why, why, why, why, why, why?" the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage. It cannot analyze the question or elaborate on it. If you were somehow able to ask the creature, "Why what?" it would be unable to answer you.

So I looked. Silly as it sounds now, I looked. By comparison, going after the Grail would have made more sense. I won't talk about it, it's too embarrassing. I looked until I wised up. I stopped making a fool of myself, but something died inside of me - something that I'd always sort of liked and admired. In its place grew a scar - a tough spot but also a sore spot.

For how could he live with himself, if indeed he did live at all, knowing that his life was so inextricably bound to others, knowing that he was not his own man? "So

I'm not laughing. I'm not laughing at all. I'm doing the other thing.

Se sentía solo con su vida solitaria, pero a veces la soledad era aún mayor cuando estaba rodeado de personas que no cesaban de exigirle cosas. Necesitaba un respiro.

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.

I, myself, often wished to be spared the expectation of better days ahead or such.

I don't agree that I have a lot of confidence.

I never had a lot of confidence in myself.

I didn't have much confidence in myself…never.

Yes, I am a failure…And I don't know how to react, but I am happy because I know how to RE-ACT.

I love people. I love my family, my children… but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.

If we fear the unknown then surely we fear ourselves.

My biggest fear is mindlessly and stupidly repeating myself.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

One of my big goals as a human being is to continue to write what's really happening to me, even if it's a tough pill to swallow for people around me… I do fear that if I ever were to have someone in my life who mattered, I would second-guess every one of my lyrics.

When people ask me what is more important, food or love, I don't answer because I'm eating.