Quotes About Introspection

Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, Conceptions only proper to myself, Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.

Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.

Mieux vaut mourir incompris que passer sa vie à s'expliquer.

speak to me as to thy thinking As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words...

I assure thee: setting the attractions of my good parts aside I have no other charms.

Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world.

Knock... and ask your heart what it doth know.

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 140 But by reflection, by some other things.

We rest your hermits.

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear

What matters it what went before or after, Now with myself I will begin and end.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...

I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.

Vivimos tiempos desquiciados. ¡Oh, nefasta suerte, que me hiciste nacer para enmendarlos!

The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a happy bunch of chuckleheads.

Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

I have learned to cry again and I think perhaps that means I am a human being again. Perhaps that at least. A piece of human being but yes, a human being.

Ä°yi bir kitap... sonunda seni az?c?k yorgun b?rakmal?. Onu okurken bir sürü hayat ya??yorsun.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood, For I had lost the right path.