Quotes About Introspection

When women feel they have learned to forgive their mothers - and men, their fathers - all it usually means is that they've decided to allow themselves the same kind of behavior.

There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.

Men never know how tired they are till their wives sit them down for a nice long talk.

Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.

Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.

Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.

Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

No matter how brilliantly an idea is stated, we will not really be moved unless we have already half thought of it ourselves.

Vrouwen bewonderen én verdenken iedere vrijgezelf die ouder is dan dertig.

Make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world.

The knowledge of yourself will preserve you from vanity.

Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before God, concern yourself only with the idea that God may have of you.

Hay quien se hunde en la lectura de novelas para distraerse de sí mismo, para olvidar sus penas...

Those faults we do not have, do not bother us.

lo más liberador del arte es que le hace a uno dudar de que exista.

Leer, leer, leer; ¿seré lectura mañana también yo? ¿Seré mi creador, mi criatura, seré lo que pasó?

Uno mismo es quien menos sabe de su existencia... No se existe sino para los demás...

Sumido en la niebla de su vida

La vida es una nebulosa.

Não tenho medo das palavras, mas calo-me.

El que crea se crea y el que se crea se muere.

Sólo a solas se sentía él; sólo a solas podía decirse a sí mismo, tal vez para convencerse, ¡yo soy yo!; ante los demás, metido en la muchedumbre atareada o distraída, no se sentía a sí mismo.

Conocer es perdonar, dicen. No, perdonar es conocer. Primero el amor, el conocimiento después.