Quotes About Introspection

you will greatly increase your chances of success if you stop long enough to get clear on your motivation, understand why you've been doing what you're doing now,

Keep thinking. You can hear our brains rattling around inside us, like the littler Russian dolls.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.

Dear reader. Dear, dear reader. Here we find ourselves, you and me, engaged in a book in which someone has just exclaimed, in all seriousness, 'The sentient lobsters!' How did we end up here? Did we make some mistake along the way?

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence. I do not know what we may do, to know another better.

Of course I had my heart broken as a teen. I was desperately in love with myself. Then I found out that I was completely shallow. I haven't spoken to myself since.

It's important to see who you're growing into and who you used to be.

I came into the world alone." She picked up her shoe and scratched the crust out of the tread. She said, "I didn't want to go out of it alone.

He was glaring at me. "I'm sorry," I said. He asked, "For what?" "For what I did." "What about what you didn't do?

Titus, I'm afraid of silence.

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When people have no sense of self, relationships are just temporary distractions from the inner emptiness and fall apart at the first obstacle. My

Escrevo sem pensar tudo o que meu inconsciente grita. Penso depois: não só para corrigir, mas para justificar o que escrevi.

Eu sou trezentos, sou trezentos-e-cinquenta, Mas um dia afinal me encontrarei comigo...

En el libro La Enseñanza de Buda dice: "Aunque un hombre conquiste a miles de hombres en los campos de batalla, sólo aquel que se conquiste a sí mismo ganará su batalla".

Cada vez que utilizamos cualquiera de sus herramientas, estamos tomando el 100% de la responsabilidad y pidiendo perdón (a nosotros mismos).

Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas

Por que bonita, se coxa? Por que coxa, se bonita?

God, why do I storm heaven for answers that are already in my heart? Every grace I need has already been given me. Oh, lead me to the Beyond within.

Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"

Men should keep their eyes wide open before marriage, and half-shut afterwards.

The only life that matters is in your mind. The only truth is the one that lives invisibly, that waits even after you close the book. Silence, too, is a kind of music. Silence will last.

Sometimes, I think, you can look at a person and know they are full of words. Maybe the words are withheld due to pain or privacy, or maybe subterfuge. Maybe there are knife-edged words waiting to draw blood.

What happened if you melted a person down layer by layer? What if there was nothing between the layers, and nothing at the centre, only quiet?