Quotes About Introspection

Nie to najci??ej wyzna?, co w nas jest zbrodnicze, ale co wstydliwe i ?mieszne

She flicked off the TV.

There was only one thing he

I have a vested interest in this thing because I want to see you happy. What you need to ask yourself is this: Are you a better person when you're with him? Are you kinder or smarter or happier? Do you think you do more good in the world? One man can be perfectly fine but maybe he doesn't bring out what's good in you, in which case I suggest you not be with him. But if you find a man who makes you better then you need to listen to that.

You never really know what's going on with your ceiling until you just give up and lie down on your floor.

That continuous, unnamed ache I had been living with was precise and definable now. Call it the foretaste of being hated. I knew ahead of time that if someone looked at me with hate, I would have to allow it, to swallow it, because something in me, something about me deserved it.

Don't be afraid of your dark places," Mom told her. "If you can shine a light on them, you'll find treasure there.

I'm none too big on giving advice,' Aunt Al said. 'Most times when folks ask for advice, they already know what they should do. They just want to hear it from someone else.

Sad state to spend your life in. Being afraid of your own self. Rex Walls

Don´t be afraid of your dark places, Mom told her. If you can shine a light on them, you´ll find treasure there

Qué absurdos se vuelven nuestros odios cuando sólo podemos reconocerlos en las circunstancias más obvias.

El encierro tiene un olor desagradable. Al hedor de los malos pensamientos macerándose, a los efluvios de las ideas malintencionadas que rondan por todas partes y al relente rancio de las viejas añoranzas.

Sentía a menudo ese vacío, ese mismo malestar. Sobre todo cuando, después de haber desenterrado a todos esos muertos, tomaba plena conciencia de mi soledad.

So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the burning marl. Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment...

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

The individual's duty is to do what he wants to do, to think whatever he likes, to be accountable to no one but himself, to challenge every idea and every person.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.