Quotes About Introspection

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

I passed a pear tree drifted with white blossoms. A fish splashed in the moonlit river. With every step I felt lighter. An emotion was swelling in my throat. It took me a moment to recognize what it was. I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

I always seemed to be in a lull, a strange pocket of emptiness into which no men came, and I was never threatened.

I brought them to my mouth. But my courage failed. What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know.

but there was no wound that she could give me that i had not already given myself

Their whispers choked me, turned the food in my mouth to ash. I pushed away my plate and sought out corners and spare halls where I might sit undisturbed, except for the occasional passing servant. My narrow world narrowed further: to the cracks in the floor, the carved whorls in the stone walls. They rasped softly as I traced them with my fingertip.

My days had narrowed to the ambit of my eyes and my fingers' ends.

He is too young to know himself a prisoner.

I hope you will choose better ahead. You have always trusted too easily.

I will eat these herbs. Then whatever is truly in me, let it be out, at last.

He is a connoisseur of pain.

Will you tell me who hurt you?' I imagine saying, 'You.' But that is nothing more than childishness.

Overhead, my aunt sailed, but I did not trouble with her anymore. She liked to watch lovers, and I had not been one of those for a long time. Perhaps I had never been.

But there was something in me that was sick of fear and awe, of gazing at the heavens and wondering what someone would allow me.

But he was a harp with only one string, and the note he played was himself.

I stared into the darkness, straining to hear past the beat of my own blood.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekte ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

kimse taraf?ndan rahats?z edilmeden oturabilece?im kö?eler, bo? koridorlar arad?m. Küçücük dünyam daha da küçülmü?, zemindeki çatlaklara, duvarlardaki sarmal kabartmalara kadar daralm??t?. Parma??m?n ucunu üzerlerinde gezdirirken çatlaklar ve kabartmalar hafif f?s?lt?larla konu?uyordu.

Mas talvez nenhum pai consiga ver seus filhos de verdade. Quando olhamos, enxergamos apenas o espelho de nossas próprias falhas.

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekten ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios defectos.

Yara izlerini yok etmeyi önerdim. Ba??n? iki yana sallad?. "Kendimi nas?l tan?yaca??m?