Quotes About Introspection

Only as men succeed in seeing no evil in others will they become free from sin, and sorrow, and suffering.

As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains.

A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.

A man only begins to be a man when he ceases to whine and revile, and commences to search for the hidden justice which regulates his life. And he adapts his mind to that regulating factor, he ceases to accuse others as the cause of his condition, and builds himself up in strong and noble thoughts; ceases to kick against circumstances, but begins to use them as aids to his more rapid progress, and as a means of the hidden powers and possibilities within himself.

As a man thinketh in his heart, so shall he be

A man becomes calm in the measure that he understands himself as a thought-evolved being. For such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of thought, and as he develops a right understanding, and sees ever more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, he ceases to fuss, fume, worry, and grieve. He remains poised, steadfast, serene.

We all want to de-clutter. To throw things out. But a minimalist lifestyle is bullshit unless you can do it across every sheath in the daily practice: not just physical, but also emotional, mental, and spiritual.

I'm a good self-starter when it comes to guilt.

We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone.

Thou should not judge harshly, because thou too will be so judged by the same measure

The price we pay when pursuing any art or calling, is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.

If anyone is unwilling to descend into himself, because this is too painful, he will remain superficial in his writing. . . If I perform to myself, then it's this that the style expresses. And then the style cannot be my own. If you are unwilling to know what you are, your writing is a form of deceit.

True solitude does not come from being physically alone but from the discovery that a fundamental problem of ours cannot find its solution in us or in others.

Quando sei malinconica, quando sei arrabbiata, quando sei contro, quando sei piena di «forse», di «se», di «ma» e di «però», a che cosa aderisci? A niente, tendenzialmente a niente, e dunque sbagli: ti depauperi, ti svuoti. E, infatti, ciò che si incrementa è la solitudine.

Each of us—on the outside, in front of others—dresses in dignity, but inside himself he is well aware of these unconfessable things that pass through the secrecy of his heart.

Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.

For man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers ; since he is anxious to get at the cause of his sufferings, to learn who has produced them, and whether it is just or unjust that he should have to bear them. On the other hand, when he is happy, he takes his happiness as it comes and doesn't analyse it, just as if happiness were his right.

We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself, too.

The idea that others saw in me one that was not the I whom I knew, one whom they alone could know, as they looked at me from without, with eyes that were not my own, eyes that conferred upon me an aspect destined to remain always foreign to me, although it was one that was in me, one that was my own to them (a "mine," that is to say, that was not for me!)—a life into which, although it was my own, I had no power to penetrate—this idea gave me no rest.

Imparerai a tue spese che nel lungo tragitto della vita incontrerai tante maschere e pochi volti.

I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking...

And no one realizes we should all, always, look like that, each with his eyes full of horror at his own, inescapable solitude.

We spend our lives walking into our own mirrors. All we see is ourselves as we walk down the road.

The world of reason must be a lonely place," she said.