Quotes About Introspection

What's wonderful about you is your first thought is of my eternal soul,

When we ruminate, we become fruitlessly preoccupied with the fact that we are unhappy and with the causes, meanings, and consequences of our unhappiness.

Gradually, moment by moment, you may have come to realize that although you can't stop the unsettling thoughts from arising in your mind, you can stop what happens next. You can stop the vicious circle from feeding off itself. The

We often have very little empathy for our own thoughts and feelings and frequently try to suppress them by dismissing them as weaknesses.

What's become of my life? Why do I feel so burned out? I should be happy. I used to be happy. Where did it all go?

are you driven by the daily routines that force you to live in your head rather than in your life?

Meditation is a simple practice that gains its power from repetition. It's only through this that we can become aware of the repeating patterns in our own minds.

But what if there is nothing "wrong" with you at all?

It's hell when the person you know you are isn't the person people see when they look at you.

Weeds grew, and I ignored my chores, while the cat worried her tail of its most plumescent fur. I saw my body, white as tallow, my face framed by colorless hair, noted my appetites, then put them aside, walked and walked to wear it all away.

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

The question isn't, 'What do we want to know about people?', It's, 'What do people want to tell about themselves?

the task of philosophy is to start over from the beginning time and time again.

Those who fail to look beyond the surface will never encounter true virtue — not in others and certainly not in themselves.

Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

External freedom has probably never existed, but neither have I ever known anyone who knew inner freedom.

En el fondo, toda filosofía no era más que el canto lastimero de un niño que se ve obligado a ahuyentar el miedo que le causa la oscuridad.

Sometimes my thoughts grow confused, and it is as if the forest has put down roots in me, and is thinking its old, eternal thoughts with my brain.

I've taken on this task to keep me from staring into the gloom and being frightened. For I am frightened. Fear creeps up on me from all sides, and I don't want to wait until it gets to me and overpowers me. I shall write until darkness falls, and this new, unfamiliar work should make my mind tired, empty and drowsy. I'm not afraid of morning, only of the long, gloomy afternoons.

Déjà, je ne suis plus qu'une fine pellicule recouvrant un amoncellement de souvenirs. Je n'en peux plus. Qu'adviendra-t-il de mois si cette peau venait à se rompre ?

Ich liebe die Blumen noch mehr als die Tiere, weil sie stumm sind, nicht umherspringen können und mich nicht stören in meinen fruchtlosen manischen Gedanken.

And I will close my eyes and prepare myself so that they can unscrew my head and allow the map to slip into my lacunae. So that I can be filled and braced from the inside and fortified for the voyage. Because without my world inside me I will contract and congeal, more even than I am now, without speech and without actions and without any purchase upon time.

We seek the comfort of another. Someone to share our dreams and to share in the life we choose. Someone to help us through the neverending attempt to understand ourselves. And in the end, someone to comfort us along the way.