Quotes About Introspection

Write down what I think I know. The knowing will come. Just keep listening...

And when I can't speak it, I write it down. I wish I was different. Wish I was taller, smarter, could talk out loud the way I write things down. I wish I didn't always feel like I was on the outside, looking in like a Peeping Tom.

May, I am thinking, there is something hidden like this in all of us. A small gift from the universe waiting to be discovered. (233) Even the silence has a story to tell you. Just listen. Listen. (278)

I have all this stuff—all these thoughts going on inside me and they all seem so—so dangerous." —Tyler

Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies? 'Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.

That's all anybody is-themselves. People all the time wanting to change that.

Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

When the trumpeter picked up a solo and the music lifted past where the voices had just been, I felt like my ribs were shattering. There was so much in all of it. Just. So. Much. I wanted to say to Iris, It all feels like it's trying to drift out into somebody's eternity.

Do you think I should explore forgiveness more?" Why was she asking this of me, of all the beings in the known universe? In concept, it sounded like the absolute pinnacle of civilization, the best humanity could hope for. How would it work out in reality?

Le cirque est reparti, laissant un rond dans l'herbe Et puis moi je suis seule et je tourne dedans Je tourne comme un vieux cheval. Adieu, superbe, adieu vorace instant quand nous marchions ardents.

To delve into history entails, besides the grievance of hard work, the danger that in the depths one may lose one's scapegoats.

We are all bundles of wild and warrantless convictions, especially about one another, and when one gets an accidental glimpse of someone else's candid mind, the sight is dread-inspiring. For his cozy chamber of horrors - and particularly his facts - are owned and enjoyed in complete faith.

I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.

We are given over to absolute solitude. No one can speak with us and no one can speak for us; we must take it upon ourselves, each of us must take it upon himself.

Quel est donc cet autre à qui je suis plus attaché qu'à moi, puisqu'au sein le plus assenti de mon identité à moi-même, c'est lui qui m'agite ?

Mereu sfârÈ™im prin a deveni un personaj în propria noastr? poveste.

El proceso analítico es cuando el yo decide si quiere aquello que desea.

All sorts of things in this world behave like mirrors.

Renunciar a la ilusión que ve en el alma una sustancia inmaterial, no es negar su existencia, sino al contrario comenzar a reconocer la complejidad, la riqueza, la insondable profundidad de la herencia genética y cultural, así como de la experiencia personal, consciente o no, que en conjunto constituyen el ser que somos, único e irrecusable testigo de sí mismo.

Léo ferré disait de la mélancolie: « C'est un désespoir qui n'a pas les moyens. »

Books contain nothing, or almost nothing, that's important: everything is in the mind of the person reading them.' If you were trying to find an idiotic remark, that one took the cake!

Quand on le laisse seul Le monde mental Ment Monumentalement

Don't forget that I cannot see myself, that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror.

Mon livre de chevet, c'est un revolver. Mi libro de cabecera es un revólver.