Quotes About Introspection

Escric perquè m'agrada escriure. Si no em semblés exagerat diria que escric per agradar-me a mi. Si de retop el que escric agrada als altres, millor. Potser és més profund. Potser escric per afirmar-me. Per sentir que sóc... I acabo. He parlat de mi i de coses essencials en la meva vida, amb una certa manca de mesura. I la desmesura sempre m'ha fet molta por

Una gelosia em sortia de dins i m'enterbolia, una gelosia de mi mateix, de tot el que havia mort en mi a cada petita estona de respirar; el que jo havia estat, jo l'estimava.

I da ?e on biti sre?an da upozna djevojku tako tužnih o?iju koja, da, da, kada se smeje o?i su joj još tužnije.

Give your enemy a face, If he is human, do not dehumanize him. Know him and know why he is your enemy. If your enemy is within you, understand what it is and why you are afraid. Put a face on your fear. When you understand it, and it is no longer vague and shapeless, you will find that your fear is no longer so formidable.

I didn't make this plan. I just wake up sometimes and want to crawl out of my life.

Whatever you have forgotten, you can remember. Whatever you have buried you can unearth. If you are willing to look deep into your own nature, if you are willing to peel away the layers of not-self you have adopted in making your way through the tribulations of life, you will find that your true self is not as far removed as you think.

It's impossible to write about yourself when you're hiding.

All this navel-gazing is virtually unreadable now—at least it is to me. I wrote things as they were, and I stayed stuck. It's frustrating to read them for that reason. I want to yell, "Get out of there! Quit that job! Leave that guy! Get a new apartment! Speak up!" It's a bit like watching a horror movie and wishing you could tell the girl not to go into the abandoned house alone at night, but of course she does it anyway.

My books are my brain and my heart made visible.

That was the time for me to have said, "After all these years, is that what you think of me?" But I didn't. The moment passed. It passed as it had passed so many hundreds of times before, so many thousands of times before.

I know I'm not okay. I am nose to nose with a fire and it's too hot. I want to fix the fire—as if the fire itself were uncomfortable, as if the discomfort I feel were not my own.

You are driving me crazy," I wail. "Why don't you care?" The last word—CARE—loses elasticity and flattens into another long wail. I am knees on the floor, shoulders on the floor, forehead on the floor. It is the fetal position. I get caught in a loop of feelings. I get louder and louder. I am groping about for the concept of NEGLECT. She is neglecting me. But I can't find the words. I can't catch my breath.

The neurotic expects to rid herself of the consequences of her unresolved conflicts without changing anything inside her at all.

Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

I am the wilderness lost in man.

I am clever enough to know that I am clever.

He is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy - some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself; where he can watch the world spread out below him, and shake exultantly his clotted wings.

Poznavati se, zna?ilo bi znati ono što ne treba.

Pretvorio sam se u ?ovjeka koji moli, a to je posljednje bi?e na zemlji. Ispod toga nema ništa.

You will find yourself, as he did. But that will not mean it is easy. There are few things easy in life that are worth the doing.

O silêncio não é a ausência da fala, é o dizer-se tudo sem nenhuma palavra.

Cada um descobre o seu anjo tendo um caso com o demónio.

As pálpebras limpam os olhos de poeiras. Que pálpebras limpam as poeiras do coração?

A viagem não começa quando se percorrem distâncias, mas quando se atravessam as nossas fronteiras interiores. A viagem acontece quando acordamos fora do corpo, longe do último lugar onde podemos ter casa.