Quotes About Introspection

In the darkness, warmed by the boy beside me, I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had tumed to cleiir water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself without anyone noticing.

Like a butcher sharpening knife on knife I sharpen heart on heart inside me.

Out of three or four in a room One is always standing at the window Hair dark above his thoughts Behind him the words And in front of him the words, wandering without luggage Hearts without provision, prophecies without water, And big stones put there And stayed, closed, like letters, With no adresses; and no one to receive them.

Un líder auténtico nos mostrará que hay dos caminos que podemos tomar: admitir nuestros errores y cambiar, u ocultarnos la verdad a nosotros mismos y culpar a los demás

Who am I? The great inquiry indeed.

It ain't the heat, it's the humility.

You may think I'm small, but I have a universe inside my mind.

I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.

I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

A truth was being revealed to me: that I had always tried to attach myself to the light of other people, that I had never had any light of my own. I experienced myself as a kind of shadow.

It's easy to confuse a woman for a philosophy

I do feel comforted to discover I'm not the only person on this earth who has no idea what life is for, nor what is to be done with all this time aside from filling it.

I did come out with two invaluable intimations. Talking to yourself can be useful. And writing means being overheard.

I'm not sure if you're the person for me any more.

I didn't understand yet that the beauty was part of the boredom.

My evidence—such as it is—is almost always intimate. I feel this—do you? I'm struck by this thought—are you?

she was someone who lived in her own dreamscape, who presumed that everyone around her was at all times feeling exactly as she was.

Don't mask self-doubt with contempt.

the feeling I had of moving into somebody else's broken ambition.

When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is dark, and the ground is rumbling. In that moment our actions will define us. And it makes no difference whether you are being watched by Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or whether you are not. On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes.

To look back at all past work induces nausea [...] It's like taking a tour of a cell in which you were once incarcerated.

Since that moment, one form of crisis has collided with another, and I am no more a Stoic now than I was when I opened that ancient book. But I did come out with two invaluable intimations. Talking to yourself can be useful. And writing means being overheard.