Quotes About Introspection

And here she was, back where terrors could immobilize her, and wonders too, where life might become gulps of strong ale rather than sips of bloom-tea. She did not know whether she was capable of lifting the cup, let alone drinking the contents.

Dating is dumb. Basically you're making false judgments based on false exteriors. Oh, sure my superficial self likes your superficial self, but the real me likes your roommate.

so often my own emotions were hidden not only from other people but from myself. or perhaps it was the other way round: i was hiding from them.

We are our own terra incognita, the country on maps where dragons lurk.

The solitude of writing is a solitude without which writing could not be produced, or would crumble, drained bloodless by the search for something else to write.

I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me.

It was never reveille in this windy world.

The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books, and to a lesser degree schools.

Le véritable lieu de naissance est celui où l'on a porté pour la première fois un coup d'oeil intelligent sur soi-même: mes premières patries ont été des livres.

El amor es un castigo. Somos castigados por no haber podido quedarnos solos.

Je sais que je ne sais pas ce que je ne sais pas.

Ce matin, l'idée m'est venue pour la première fois que mon corps, ce fidèle compagnon, cet ami plus sûr, mieux connu de moi que mon âme, n'est qu'un monstre sournois qui finira par dévorer son maître.

I want you to beat down the me in me that can't coexist with me.

One way to understand the matter is to recognize that when we mourn, we not only grieve the vanishing of treasured objects, but also those versions of ourselves that thrived within a particular (now lost) relational dynamic. In this manner, loss compels us to discard outmoded facets of the self. While this may give rise to bouts of regret and nostalgia, in the final analysis it serves to replenish the self in that it engenders new inner intensities and unforeseen psychic possibilities.

As we have discovered, although on one level psychoanalysis allows us to attain higher levels of perception and self-awareness, on another level it is an exercise in becoming reconciled to the idea that we can never entirely know ourselves.

Ziceam: s? trec neobservat, ascuns adânc, în haina-mi sur?, mustind de taine, de?elat, centaur beat, în suc de mur?. ?i-a?a de bine m-am mascat, c? haina-mi deveni natur?, ?i cenu?iul mi-a intrat în ochi, în nas, în piept, în gur?.

I feel an overwhelming compassion and understanding for another human being caught in a situation where the way out is so obvious to others but not to him. Dreams are so important in one's life, yet if followed blindly, they can lead to the disintergration of one's soul.

I was becoming convinced that I was going to be lonely for the rest of my life. It wasn't that I wasn't meeting men. I was. It was just that they all drove me crazy.

I frantically opened my address book and searched it for someone, anyone, who'd moved me, who'd been good in both bed and brain. No. A slew of the so-so.

Are you the devil?" Yoth Begail whispered. "Am I the devil?

For a moment, he felt for his old foes, fen-bound, embarking alone.

Los hilos que hacen nacer los sentimientos son muy sutiles. Nadie podrá darte razón de ellos. Las cosas pasan, simplemente, y no hagas esfuerzos inútiles por racionalizarlas.

Es ist immer einfacher, über die Dinge zu reden, die uns nicht wirklich berühren.

jak?e ja b?d? umiera?, kiedy nie ?y?am ja wcale?