Quotes About Introspection

They asked me my goal in life. I said, to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race and see if it could be mass-produced in plastic.

Harriet, co my takiego z?ego zrobili?my? - Nigdy nie spojrzeli?my w twarz rzeczywisto?ci.

Czy to dlatego przespaÅ'aÅ› siÄ™ ze swoim terapeutÄ…? - To byÅ'a terapia. WedÅ'ug Freuda seks jest królewskim goÅ›ciÅ"cem do nieÅ›wiadomoÅ›ci. -Freud mówiÅ', ?e marzenia senne sÄ… drogÄ… do nieÅ›wiadomoÅ›ci. - Seks, sny - masz zamiar znowu siÄ™ mnie czepia??

WaÅ'Ä™samy siÄ™ samotnie po kosmosie i z rozczarowania i z bólu zadajemy sobie nawzajem gwaÅ't.

Are you alone? - Of course. - I thought I heard voices. - I was praying. - I heard two voices. - Oh, well, I do both parts. --Love and Death screenplay

The earth is black in front of the cliff, and no orchids grow. Creepers crawl in the brown mud by the path. Where did the birds of yesterday fly? To what other mountain did the animals go? Leopards and pythons dislike this ruined spot; Cranes and snakes avoid the desolation. My criminal thoughts of those days past Brought on the disaster of today.

Whenever you meet someone or walk into a room or consider taking on a new project, it is Who-You-Think-You-Are who walks into the room, who introduces himself, and who considers the new project. Who-You-Think-You-Are determines how you stand, whether you hold yourself proudly erect or whether you slouch.

Saber: qué verbo amargo.

Hay un desprendimiento liberador en el acto de romper las hojas que uno ha escrito, acaso por haber notado en ellas la desnudez obscena de un par de sentimientos. Existe una soberbia mojigata remojada en pudores melancólicos detrás de la sospecha de que cuanto escribimos hace pocas semanas nos hace ver como unos cursis infumables: pornógrafos del sentimiento.

Una no aprende a ser puta en los bares, ni en las fiestas, ni en la calle. La putería se aprende en soledad.

Desde cuándo los sentimientos meramente irracionales precisan de razones para joderle a uno la existencia?

Una vez más, la nada parecía destino hospitalario para un demoledor de sus propias certezas. La nada era una prórroga, una tregua, una hipoteca.

Al principio trataba de jugar con los otros, pero uno acepta cierto número de rechazos, hasta que se convierte en un solitario arrogante, de modo que parezca que se alejó primero.

me quede pensando en lo lindo que habría sido todo si yo no fuera yo, ni a ti te diera tanto por ser como tú.

For I believe that the best life is lived by those who take the best care to make themselves as good as possible, and the pleasantest life by those who are most conscious that they are becoming better.

Those who do not know themselves and are totally deceived about their own abilities are in the same position whether they are dealing with other people or any other aspect of human affairs.

Your eyes aren't empty mirrors - You reflect human beings. I hope this doesn't make you mortally unhappy.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God... These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside.

High calls low and low calls high. I tell you, if you were in such dire straits as I was, you too would elevate your thoughts. The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar.

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.

To my mind, faith is like being in the sun. When you are in the sun, can you avoid creating a shadow? Can you shake that area of darkness that clings to you, always shaped like you, as if constantly to remind you of yourself? You can't. This shadow is doubt. And it goes wherever you go as long as you stay in the sun. And who wouldn't want to be in the sun?

The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God