Quotes About Introspection

She had not yet sensed the pea beneath the pile of mattresses, the pea that belonged to the little brown-skinned girl who used to make up stories to keep her soul pinned down inside her or, at times, to let it fly—stories whose most exciting element was the word "suddenly" at the beginning of every sentence and before each description: Suddenly, suddenly, her heart would leap when she whispered to herself, suddenly .

He falls quiet again and tries to understand how he can be saying these things, how it can be that his dark words are coming out into the light and yet he is still alive. At once he storms the doorway that has suddenly opened for him in the endless corridor in which he has been bumping around for years; words spill out, cut off, confused, ashamed, squeezing out.

Of course. And you said I was one of a kind, and that if I cried 'cause of them, then you see it upside down, and it's like I'm laughing 'cause of me.

Sprofondò in se stessa, cancellando tutto quello che le stava attorno, quel peso opprimente e insopportabile. Fuggì, anche se nessuno se ne accorse.

What do people see in me on the first impression? ... Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

il silenzio preserva la saggezza

Si Asaf trecea uneori prin starea aceasta, dar nu stia cum sa o descrie in cuvinte si prefera sa nici nu încerce macar, pentru ca daca exprimi ceva in cuvinte, acel lucru ramane pentru totdeauna si te urmareste ca o sentinta pronuntata impotriva ta.

The book should betray me, in the sense that it should take me to places I am afraid to go

One of the greatest skills any leader can master is becoming comfortable with silence.

Tamar noticed that she had never met a person she felt so comfortable being silent with.

He didn't like very many people any more, or very many things either. He preferred not to be this way, but there it was, he was like that. His cynicism, a veteran's cynicism, was a thing that disturbed him all the time.

I was amazed at how many fools I ran into until I noticed the common denominator in all those interactions: me." Why

Chuang Tzu had long ago written words that now expressed Jung's predicament: My dependence is like that of the snake on his skin. How can I tell why I do this, or why I do that?56

Furthermore, he admonishes us: "If you have nothing at all to create, then perhaps you create yourself."111

was as if a wall of mist were at my back, and behind that wall there was not yet an "I." But at this moment I came upon myself.Previously I had existed, too, but everything had merely happened to me. Now I happened to myself. Now I knew: I am myself now, now I exist. Previously, I had been willed to do this and that; now I willed.20

But one thing above all gave Bollingen its special quality: silence. Jung was a great one for silence, just as he could on occasion be a torrential talker. The two compensated each other. It was a vital necessity for him to sink himself in profound introversion; this was the fountainhead of helpful and vivifying powers. Creative ideas took shape in the inner and outer stillness.82

today as then I am a solitary, because I know things and must hint at things which other people do not know, and usually do not even want to know.6

As Chuang Tzu put it: "In the deep dark the person alone sees light."87

Naturally I compensated my inner insecurity by an outward show of security, or—to put it better—the defect compensated itself without the intervention of my will. That is, I found myself being guilty and at the same time wishing to be innocent.22

It offers neither facts nor power, but for lovers of self-knowledge, of wisdom—if there be such—it seems to be the right book.... Let it go forth into the world for the benefit of those who can discern its meaning.

I still like boiled potatoes with the skins on," he said, "and I do not want a man standing in back of my chair, laughing up his sleeve at me while I am taking the potatoes' jackets off." Of pleasure and material things he was wary. "I have never known what to do with money after my expenses were paid. I can't squander it on myself without hurting myself," he said, "and nobody wants to do that.

If she was making the right and courageous decisions, he thought, she was nonetheless unhappy and somewhat resentful about doing it

he sensed that his own reticence would make it easier to restrain others.

They (the media) found little quality of depth to him, that when she said on the platform with that which he said to them in private. The qualities of introspection and reflectiveness that they particularly treasured were missing.