Quotes About Introspection

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

Such were my years then. I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated on, believing those dull miseries were all there was, until the end of days.

En qué piensas? Era Aquiles, venía a mi encuentro. Su voz sonó muy alta en la silenciosa arboleda, pero no me sobresalté. En parte, esperaba que acudiera. Yo quería que lo hiciera. —En nada —contesté. No era cierto, claro, supongo que esa respuesta nunca lo es.

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

Every moment felt like a drop of my blood lost.

The world around me narrowed to the pounding of my feet, and the next dusty length of road.

There was a quality to the silence like a held breath.

Néanmoins, une partie de moi était lasse d'être aussi craintive et respectueuse, de contempler le paradis en se demandant ce qu'on lui autoriserait.

The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within.

But I had escaped him, and glowed with the giddy lightness of solitude. It was the first time I had been alone in weeks. Then the boy appeared.

A silence, in which I felt him moving deep among his memories.

She turned her back to me and was silent. A moment passed. I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. I knew the trick. I had done it myself.

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

But I had been a stranger to myself turned to stone for no reason I could name.

Mi estrecho mundo había encogido un poco más hasta reducirse a las grietas del suelo y las volutas talladas en los muros de piedra.

Fue extraño, pero me descubrí intentando no ser una decepción para él

My eyes were heavy in my head, and my arm ached from the morning'e exertion. I sat beneath the scrubby shade of an olive tree to stare out over the ocean's waves. No one spoke to me. I was easy to ignore. It was not so very different from home, really.

Sotto i rami spogli soffrivamo insieme, io per l'uomo che avevo conosciuto, e lui per l'uomo che non era riuscito a conoscere.

I grew to understand her expressions first, the thoughtful quiet of her eyes,

I don't either," he said. "I thought I might, but I don't." The days turned, and the months, and two years passed.

The feelings that stirred in me at night seemed strangely distant from those serving girls with their lowered eyes and obedience. I watched a boy fumbling at a girl's dress, the dull look on her face as she poured his wine. I did not wish for such a thing.

no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

He yawned, his eyes heavylidded. "what`s your name?" His kingdom was half, a quarter, an eight the size of my father`s, and i had killed a boy and been exiled and still he did not know me. i grounded my jaw shut and would not speak. He asked again, louder: "What`s your name?

I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.