Quotes About Introspection

Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

I'm not a very nostalgic person. I don't really look at the past and summon up regrets, or self-congratulations, it just is not a mechanism that operates very strongly in me. So I neither have regrets nor occasions for self-congratulations.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

I don't even hate books anymore.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Except for a couple of hours in the morning which I passed in the company of a sage I stayed in bed without food only a few mouthfuls of water "you are a fine looking old man" I said to myself in the mirror "and what is more you have the correct attitude You don't care if it ends or if it goes on And as for the women and the music there will be plenty of that in Paradise" Then I went to the Mosque of Memory to express my gratitude

I'll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

Going nowhere … isn't about turning your back on the world; it's about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.

Poetry is a verdict, not an occupation.

I salute you Brave spirit Who has swallowed so much And tasted so little.

I didn't kill myself when things went wrong I didn't turn to drugs or teaching I tried to sleep but when I couldn't sleep I learned to write I learned to write what might be read on nights like this by one like me

There is a crack in everything

I tried to cry, there were no tears I tried to laugh, there was no scorn I tried to run, there was no road I tried to die, I was not born

better than me are you kinder than me are you sweeter smarter faster you you you prettier than me stronger than me lonelier than me I want to get to know you better and better

If only my genitals didn't float When I relaxed in the bath And we both looked down and we both agreed It's stupid to be a man

I write to murder the selves that whisper untruths to me.