Quotes About Introspection

Padre,' Tomás replied, 'my only confession is that I do not believe in confession.

A life was a long struggle to come to terms with things and to keep some things from others.

Quizás también sin antiguo daño, sin íntimo terror, no haya conocimiento ni bondad tampoco.. Del poema "Investiga la ciencia del dolor

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.

El bar es para mí un lugar de meditación y recogimiento, sin el cual la vida es inconcebible.

No one's really interested in other people's dreams, so I won't dwell on the subject, although I find it impossible to explain a life without talking about the part that's underground—the imaginative, the unreal.

Even today, I've no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.

No conozco a los hombres. Años llevo De buscarles y huirles sin remedio. ¿No les comprendo? ¿O acaso les comprendo Demasiado? Del poema 'A un poeta futuro' del libro Como quien espera el alba

People who grow, question what they know.

Tengo muchos años... soy una torre en ruinas, habitada por murciélagos y lechuzas. A esta edad, y aun mucho antes, el destino se hace portátil y uno carga con él como con un ingenio ortopédico.

pensar supone siempre un riesgo, y que el mejor lugar para filosofar está precisamente en la frontera entre la luz y las tinieblas, en ese claroscuro donde todo es incierto, y al lado mismo del vacío, entre lo estable y lo precario, allí donde las palabras se juntan un momento en tropel, prefiguran un edificio de clarividencia y se precipitan luego en el olvido. "El abismo es el ágora de nuestro tiempo" solía decir mientras se columpiaba en el alféizar.

Y de mis autores más queridos, a los que vengo leyendo y releyendo desde hace tantos años? ¿Qué podría decir yo de Cervantes, de Kafka, de Shakespeare, de Dickens, de Faulkner, de Conrad, de Chéjov, de Borges, de Quevedo...? Apenas nada. Ni siquiera me he parado a pensar en ello.

Aprender a estar sola, sin ser un náufrago, y lograr que las voces que acuden a esa soledad sean compañeras.

Las debilidades son lo único bueno que tenemos. Es aburrido ser fuerte, y muy agradable flaquear a solas... y entre dos

Only this reality is real now, only this place is real, sitting in the lonely cell of your will...

Me parece que la duda y la incertidumbre son mucho más importantes que el tener razón.

In a world of beings who don't exist, who self-destruct and erase themselves, perhaps one should make a valiant effort to at least draw oneself. Maybe that's where all the sex comes from- to feel real.

Man findet sich, indem man sich verliert

I am so far removed, from everything, that I can't even cry. There's a chasm between me, where I am, and the world I am in. The world I move my feet through. The atmosphere I breathe is like golden syrup, twenty-seven atmospheres thick. I'm wading through the world, consumed with … consumed. And I'm wading through the swamp that my body has become.

Very quickly I begin to understand the selfishness of my love, the inappropriateness of my relationships, when I realise that every time I fuck it feels as if I am wrestling with demons.

I can no longer cry. I groan a few times. Through the slits that are my eyes, I stare at my shoes, at the gray swirls of the concrete floor, at the bright orange lid of my syringe. And I realize—it's a kind of horror—that this is my life. And I can't stop. I just can't stop. I can't stop anymore.

I decided to take God and organized religion seriously, and to reject the secular life which in my teens had looked attractive because it allowed me to act in any way that I wanted.

With her make-up-free complexion and nondescript brown hair gathered in a scrappy up-do, she looks like someone for whom there are more important things than being thought pretty. She might be an academic, or an assistant in the better sort of a bookshop. But there's something about her—a stillness, a fixity of gaze—that tells another story.