Quotes About Introspection

I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man.

How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I seemed never to have learnt the lesson.

Quiet. My body melted heavily into the chair; I heard a cart go up the street. The room grew suddenly big with meaning. Something was about to happen, was happening: each object in the room seemed perfect of its kind, its kind being just its one self. The moment split into Eternity and I went with it: I had neither skin nor bones, but flowed into the world, sacred along with everything else, and was lost.

I studied the shape of my friend's hands, and how he clasped them. I could smell his skin and hair in the cold air of the church, and stood aching, my face a devout mask stretched over a rotten soul. On

some men warm themselves at others' sins.

Queda la palabra -Yo- Para esa, por triste, por su atroz soledad, decreto la peor de las penas: vivirá conmigo hasta el final.

I would as soon put a girl alone into a closet to meditate as give her only the society of her needle.

The most fundamental aggression to ourselves, the most fundamental harm we can do to ourselves, is to remain ignorant by not having the courage and the respect to look at ourselves honestly and gently." —Pema Chödrön

Starting at the bottom is not about humiliation. It's about humility—a realistic assessment of where you are in the learning curve.

You really have to look inside yourself and find your own inner strength, and say, 'I'm proud of what I am and who I am, and I'm just going to be myself.'

I don't like the eyes. You get so tired, don't you? Of being looked at. Maybe some women feel flattered, but I've always felt the moment a man's eyes settle on me, he's halfway to feeling he can do anything.

Guess when you no one's listening, you just stop talking.

Guess when you know no one's listening, you just stop talking.

There aren't always answers. There isn't always a reason.

Hindsight's a bitch, isn't it?

Lou entró, molesta por perturbar aquel silencio precioso y afelpado. Puso agua a hervir, arañando nerviosamente el cazo con el cucharón. Se vistió, consciente del chasquido de sus ropas. Se calzó los zapatos y oyó el roce de los cordones al atárselos. El cuchillo de la mantequilla rascó la tostada. Removió el café con una tintineante cuchara. No todo el mundo, pensó, está hecho para convivir con el silencio

La gente se vuelve rara cuando pasa demasiado tiempo sola

why can't we love the right people? what is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? we are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

A végén persze kiderült, hogy nincs nekem más ellenfelem, csak önmagam, csak hát fogalmam se volt, mily határtalanul gyönge vagyok.

Everyone is sick with his existence.

No ocean as deep and wide as the human soul.

Reigning over the worlds in your brain – that's a true prerogative of rational existence…

The soul sees the body and says: I think I know him from somewhere… The body sees the souls and says: Forgive me!