Quotes About Introspection

It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that.

Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.

There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.

There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.

Alone, she read herself into the "middle of a world", like "shutting the doors of a Cathedral". She took long solitary walks, in all weathers, talking to herself and reciting, "very lively in my head..

Como siempre, confunde duda con profundidad, vacilación con análisis.

Nothing more private than pain. It can only involve one.

The terrifying freedom of knowing that nothing, from now on, will become a memory.

It took me a while to realize the hum was only inside my head Is a waveless noise still a sound?

When the rich give a party and the meal is finished, a man carries round amongst the guests a wooden image of a corpse in a coffin, carved and painted to look as much like the real thing as possible, and anything from 18 inches to 3 foot long; he shows it to each guest in turn, and says: "Look upon this body as you drink and enjoy yourself; for you will be just like it when you are dead." [Herodotus 'Histories', II 82]

Knowing themselves to be faultless, they make it their mission to detect the myriad faults in others, against which they wage incessant tongue.

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

Silence is also a form of speaking.

Ich trage stilles Gepäck. Ich habe mich so tief und so lang ins Schweigen gepackt, ich kann mich in Worten nie auspacken. Ich packe mich nur anders ein, wenn ich rede.

Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with itself.

Windisch hears a leaf on the stones in the hallway. It's scratching on the stones. The wall is long and white. Windisch closes his eyes. He feels the wall growing on his face. The lime burns his forehead. A stone in the lime opens its mouth. The apple tree trembles. Its leaves are ears. They listen. The apple tree drenches its green apples.

Jak trzeba by ?y?, my?la?am, ?eby pasowa? do tego co si? akurat my?li.

Todo lo que tengo lo llevo conmigo. O: todo lo mío lo llevo conmigo. He llevado todo lo que tenía. No era mío. Era o algo destinado a otras finalidades o de otra persona. […] Llevo un equipaje de silencio. Me he rodeado de un silencio tan hondo y duradero que nunca acierto a abrirme con las palabras. Cuando hablo, solamente me cierro de otra manera.

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

Para hablar no tengo la cabeza despejada, si no, le preguntaría qué hay que ver en mí.

Llevo un equipaje de silencio. Me he rodeado de un silencio tan hondo y duradero que nunca acierto a abrirme con las palabras. Cuando hablo, solamente me cierro de otra manera.

T?cerea nu-i o pauz? în vorbire, ci o treab? în sine.

But he who neither thinks for himself nor learns from others, is a failure as a man.