Quotes About Introspection

But I've never known what to do with people and the things I like, sometimes they weigh me down, ever since I was a girl.

Today I woke up feeling such nostalgia for happiness. My whole life I've never been free. I always persecuted myself within me. I've became intolerable to myself. I live in the dilacerating duality. I have an apparent freedom but I am imprisoned inside me.

My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it.

To write, therefore, is the way of someone who uses the word as bait; the word fishes for something that is not a word. When that non-word takes the bait, something has been written. Once the space between the lines has been fished, the word can be discarded with relief. But here the analogy ends: the non-word upon taking the bait , has assimilated it. Salvation, then, is to read 'absent-minded'.

Escribo como si fuera a salvar la vida de alguien. Probablemente mi propia vida.

Talvez a nordestina já tivesse chegado à conclusão de que a vida incomoda bastante, alma que não cabe bem no corpo, mesmo alma rala como a sua.

às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

Vejo que tentei dar a Maca uma situação minha: eu preciso de algumas horas de solidão por dia senão "me muero".) Quanto a mim, só sou verdadeiro quando estou sozinho.

What did I know about whatever it was that others obviously saw in me? how would I know if I went around with my stomach pressed into the dust of the ground. Truth has no witness? being isn't knowing? If a person doesn't look and doesn't see, does the truth exist anyway? THe truth that doesn't transmit itself even to those who can see. Is that the secret of being a person?

How do I explain that my greatest fear is precisely in relation to ... to being?" (5)

She had what's known as inner life and didn't know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails. When she went to work she looked like a gentle lunatic because as the bus went along she daydreamed in loud and dazzling dreams.

Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?

Forgive me but I'm going to keep talking about me who am unknown to myself, and as I write I'm a bit surprised because I discover I have a destiny. Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

No one can enter another's heart.

Do not read what I write as a reader would do. Unless this reader works, he too, in the soliloquies of the irrational dark.

O pior é que ela poderia riscar tudo o que pensara. Seus pensamentos eram, depois de erguidos, estátuas no jardim e ela passava pelo jardim olhando e seguindo o seu caminho.

quero não o que está feito mas o que tortuosamente ainda se faz. Minhas desequilibradas palavras são o luxo de meu silêncio.

I realize now that it was a certain apathy, rather than peace, that turned my acts and my desires to ash.

The last time I came down from the enchanted saddle, my human sadness was so great that I swore never to again. The ride, however, continues on in me. I converse, I clean the house, I smile, but I know that the ride is within me.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Eu antes era uma mulher que sabia distinguir as coisas quando as via. Mas agora cometi o erro grave de pensar.

E nunca antes eu me havia deixado levar, a menos que soubesse para o quê.

El día que el ser humano se hizo una pregunta sobre sí mismo, entonces se convirtió en el más ininteligible de los seres por donde circulaba la sangre.

My expectations closed the world to me.