Quotes About Introspection

Eu cred c? s? fii inteligent este mai r?u decât s? fii prost, pentru c? un prost nu-ÅŸi d? seama ce-i cu el, pe când cineva inteligent, chiar dac?-i umil ÅŸi modest tot o ÅŸtie.

C'est ce que je veux, je veux d'autres tourments, des maux réels, des manifestations physiques d'un comportement précis. La cause de mon mal sera l'alcool ; pas la vérité, l'alcool. Je préfère une maladie qui tient dans les limites d'une bouteille plutôt qu'une maladie immatérielle et toute-puissante sur laquelle je ne peux pas mettre de nom ("Comment je suis devenu stupide", p37)

Once you crack the code, every building, every field, every street becomes more significant, more fascinating, more revealing. And with each new discovery, you learn more about yourself.

Our world is so glutted with useless information, images, useless images, sounds, all this sort of thing. It's a cacophony, it's like a madness I think that's been happening in the past twenty-five years. And I think anything that can help a person sit in a room alone and not worry about it is good.

The bottom line is, I tend to be going back to older and older music.

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

We've become too song focused, and in truth I believe that we need to be more worship focused. We've lost the ability to push aside the songs and replace them with twenty-five minutes of crying out, opening our hearts and heads with the raw worship of God who's within us.

Getting confirmation of one's own creation is based solely on uncertainty and a lack of focus in one's own thinking.

Only in very special individuals is there a sense of a past continuous self.

Thus knowing oneself is no less, and may be more, of a requirement than understanding the enemy.

One can never be as naked, as exposed, in the flesh as one becomes in the mind

Auf jeden Fall werde ich, oder wenigstens will ich, wenn nicht, dann doch, allerdings müsste ich, und kann nicht.

He had found many years ago before that if you kept very quiet people filled in the silences themselves,offering more information than they had originally intended to give.

didn't feel the need to broadcast it to the fucking nation.

walked from it he hawked deep in his throat before

Walking away was easy, it was staying around and sorting out your own shit that took guts, that made you a man.

His mother had always said, 'We are all guilty of something even if it is only laziness or ignorance.' He had never understood what she meant till now.

Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

I have observed that you treat a man as an old garment to be taken apart and stitched again. Perhaps you could think of him as good cloth, rich fabric that wants only to be embroidered upon. And perhaps, if you will do that, you will see that you love Tailor yourself.

There is no hell… each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

But sometimes you just have to be your own eyes. You have to see yourself shining and stop waiting for other eyes to see you.

Cómo puedo haber llegado hasta aquí? Se lo cuento rápido. Momento a momento.

The "I" in the poem is not you but someone who knows a lot about you.