Quotes About Introspection

Depois que descobri em mim mesma como é que se pensa, fazendo comigo mesma negociatas, nunca mais pude acreditar no pensamento dos outros.

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Tens o hábito de querer saber por quê - e porque não me interessa, a causa é matéria de passado.

A person eats another from hunger. But I fed myself with my own placenta. And I'm not going to bite my nails because this is a tranquil adagio.

A mais premente necessidade de um ser humano era tornar-se um ser humano.

Qué viene después de la felicidad?

I am always remote from myself, I am unreachable to myself just as a star is unreachable to me. I contort myself to be able to touch the present time that surrounds me, but I remain remote in relation to this very instant itself. The future, God help me, is closer to me than the present instant.

Who will come to gather the fruit of my life? If not you and I myself?

Há coisas que só se aprende quando ninguém as ensina. E com a vida é assim. Mesmo há mais beleza em descobri-la sozinha, apesar do sofrimento.

Saldré de esta oscuridad donde tengo miedo, oscuridad y éxtasis. Soy el corazón de las tinieblas.

No. It's not easy. But it "is." I ate my own placenta so as not to have to eat for four days. To have milk to give you. Milk is a "this." And no one is I. No one is you. That is what solitude is.

Yes, she would explain to neither of them that everything was slowly changing... That she had put away her smile like one who has finally turned off the lamp and decided to go to bed. Now no living thing was allowed in her inner self, merging into it. The way she related to people was becoming increasingly different to the way she related to herself.

Mas se não compreendo o que escrevo a culpa não é minha. Tenho que falar porque falar salva. Mas não tenho nenhuma palavra a dizer.

Adiós. No, quien viaja por la noche solo mira por la ventana y no dice adiós.

I am not mad out of solidarity with the thousands of us who, in order to construct the possible, also sacrificed the truth which would be a madness.

I, neutral cockroach body, I with a life that at last is not eluding me because I finally see it outside of myself -- I am the cockroach, I am my leg, I am my hair, I am the section of brightest light on the wall plaster -- I am every Hellish piece of myself -- life is so pervasive in me that if they divide me in pieces like a lizard, the pieces will keep on shaking and writhing.

Escrevo e assim me livro de mim e posso então descansar.

I was really in the room.

Dear God, how sweetly she sank into the incomprehension of herself.

And from the instants I extract the juice of their fruits

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be person?

In spite of sheer concentration and every effort of will power, Byrd could not avoid the terrible evenness and loneliness of silence.

Turn off the news, forget Facebook and Twitter. Don't read the paper. Let the world turn, and the seasons pass on their own. Then wake up in the middle of the night a year later and ask yourself if anything is amiss. If so, let go of more media. Let go of more light. Wake again and ask if anything is lacking. Repeat as necessary until you have remembered what it means to be a person, because this is the one thing everyone forgets.

I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.