Quotes About Introspection

We know the world by and through our bodies.

She was such a solitary woman. A solitary woman who longed for one person to know her. I think I do know her now, but it is too late.

I ate, I drank, I wondered why love is so hard and life is so short. I went to sleep.

For myself, with no one to love, a hedgehog spirit seemed best and I hid my heart in the leaves.

Dark could feel the familiar pain behind his eyes. His eyes were bars, and behind them was a fierce, unfed animal. When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.

Your life flashes before you, flash, flash, because there's so little of it. I mean, what have you ever done that was worth doing?

For a few moments we sat silent, then: 'So just you take care, what you think is the heart might well be another organ.

Yeah, there's plenty of people like me who don't live in their brains, because there's not much going on up there. If I was just my brain I'd be really miserable.

When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in wonderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer. Then, when I had regarded myself for the first time, I regarded the world and saw it to be more various and beautiful than I thought.

The door had swung open. I had gone in. The room had no floor. I had fallen and fallen and fallen. But I was alive. And that night the cold stars made a constellation from the pieces of my broken mind.

Under her fierce gaze my past is burned away.

I became my own ladder and trapdoor to other worlds. I was my own disguise. The sight of a figure, far off, on some journey of his own, was enough to spark my imagination towards a tragedy or a miracle.

Writers always put themselves into their work. But you can't just untangle it and take it back to its source.

Congratulations on your Engagement'. But I am not engaged I am deeply distracted.

Often when she liked a picture she found that she was liking some part of herself, some part of her that was in accord with the picture

Why be happy when you could be normal ?

Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' I waited quietly. 'There's this world,' she banged the wall graphically, 'and there's this world,' she thumped her chest. 'If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both.

When was the last time you looked at anything, solely, and concentratedly, and for its own sake? Ordinary life passes in a near blur. If we go to the theatre or the cinema, the images before us change constantly, and there is the distraction of language. Our loved ones are so well known to us that there is no need to look at them, and one of the gentle jokes of married life is that we do not.

My love for imaginary objects and my facility in lending myself to them ended by disillusioning me with everything around me, and determined that love of solitude which I have retained ever since that time.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

T]he man who meditates is a depraved animal.

I am a hundred times happier in my solitude than I could be if I lived among them.

When under stress I thought of] the books I had read [and applied] them to myself. I [imagined I was] one of the characters [and soon found myself] in made-up circumstances which were most agreeable to my inclinations.

Hasta entonces me había hablado de mí solo, como a un niño; desde aquel momento empezó a tratarme como a un hombre, y me habló de sí misma. Me