Quotes About Introspection

It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it. I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not Mine.

Människohopen glesnade, man hörde tydligt havets brus. En ung kvinna, som stödde båda händerna mot balustraden, lyfte ansiktet mot himlen, ett blått ansikte med ett svart tvärstreck, de målade läpparna. Jag undrade ett ögonblick om jag inte skulle älska människorna. Men när allt kom omkring var det deras söndag och inte min.

she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet I know that I exist, that I am here. Now

All children are mirrors of death

Bir an hayat?m? yarg?lamaya kalkt?m. Kendi kendime 'güzel bir hayatt?' demek isterdim. Ama bir yarg?ya varam?yordu insan, bu bir taslakt?. Zaman?m? ölümsüzlük için uÄŸraÅŸmakla geçirmiÅŸim, bir ÅŸey anlamam???m. ...

De boeken van Genet zijn bordelen, waarin je door een kiertje naar binnen glipt, in de hoop dat je er niemand zult tegenkomen; zodra je binnen bent, blijk je volstrekt alleen te zijn.

Birdenbire bu kalabal???n içinde kendimi yaln?z ve küçük hissettim. Ä°steseler bana kötülük edebilecek gibiydiler! ...

Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

Yaln?z olmak!' diye ellerini ovuÅŸturarak inliyordu. 'Ak?l dan??acak kimsesi olmamak, doÄŸru yolda m?y?m, deÄŸil miyim bana söyleyecek birisi!' ...

Günler boyu insan kendi kendine sorabilirdi, ben ak?ll? m?y?m, kendimi bir ÅŸey mi san?yorum, diye; asla bir karara var?lamazd?. Bunun yan?nda bir sabah size tak?lan etiketler vard? ve ömür boyu onlar? ta??mak gerekiyordu ...

I savour this total oblivion into which I have fallen. I am between two towns. One knows nothing of me, the other knows me no longer.

Thus I eat the pink as I see the sugary.

I stop suddenly: there is a flaw, I have seen a word pierce through the web of sensations. I suppose that this word will soon take the place of several images I love.

Shall I have to go off again, leaving my research, my book and everything else unfinished? Shall I awake in a few months, in a few years, broken, deceived, in the midst of new ruins? I would like to see the truth clearly before it is too late.

I have crossed seas, left cities behind me, followed the course of rivers or plunged into forests, always making my way towards other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and never was I able to turn back, any more than a record can be reversed. And all that led me—where? At this very instant, on this bench, in this translucent bubble all humming with music. And when you leave me

I was only a means of making him live, he was my reason for living, he had delivered me from myself. What shall I do now?

Mi-a pl?cut întotdeauna mai degrab? s? m? acuz pe mine decât universul: nu din bun?tate: ca s? nu depind decât de mine.

Tik?jimas, nors ir labai gilus, niekad nesti pilnutinis. J? reikia be paliovos kurstyti ar bent jau stengtis negriauti.

The voice is silent. The disc scrapes a little, then stops. Delivered from a troublesome dream, the café ruminates, chews the cud over the pleasure of existing.

The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

Suis-je donc un Narcisse ? Pas même : trop soucieux de séduire, je m'oublie. Après tout, ça ne m'amuse pas tant de faire des pâtés, des gribouillages, mes besoins naturels : pour leur donner du prix à mes yeux, il faut qu'au moins une grande personne s'extasie sur mes produits.

For instance, there is something new about my hands, a certain way of picking up my pipe or fork. Or else it's the fork which now has a certain way of having itself picked up, I don't know. A little while ago, just as I was coming into my room, I stopped short because I felt in my hand a cold object which held my attention through a sort of personality. I opened my hand, looked: I was simply holding the door-knob.

No quiero secretos, ni estados de alma, ni cosas indecibles; no soy ni virgen ni sacerdote para jugar a la vida interior.

Bu akÅŸam, birdenbire kendimi biraz zavall? hissettim. Sonra geçti.