Quotes About Introspection

Atura el temps si pots, i si no pots atura't tu i aprofita el silenci per escoltar la veu que et representa.

A precari Des d'un ponent eixut, contradictori. Tot el que tinc és poc per redreçar dignament la malmesa singladura. Tampoc no em sobra temps. I, això no obstant, els versos pel seu compte bescanvien silencis per paraules i exigeixen un alt tribut de vida. No puc, doncs, reposar ni vull fer-ho. Més m'estimo veure'm entrar lentament al recinte que jo mateix he anat configurant i seure i esperar fins que algú em cridi des d'un ponent contradictori.

Aleshores m'adono que sóc sol a l'andana, sol enmig de la gent que no es commou veient om te m'allunyes. I ara penso que aquest adéu no és pas igual que els altres, que no tornaràs més i, tanmateix, no he deixat d'estimar-te.

Por fin era yo haciendo de yo y mirando con mis ojos la carretera, los árboles, la puesta de sol. Respiré aliviado. Volvía a reconocerme. Pensé en que yo siempre había usado la motocicleta para alejarme del grupo, para ser individuo.

It's only at this age that I can say the word 'art' without flinching.

I look for the humanity in people, however big the politics or oppressive the situation may be, whether it's subsumed within a human being or between two human beings. I want to help us hold a mirror to ourselves.

I try to become more humble and more myself with every year. There was a while when I got famous where I was so confused and my head was spinning.

This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway. Step around the poisonous vipers that slither at your feet, attempting to throw you off your course. Be bold. Be humble. Put away the incense and forget the incantations they taught you. Ask no permission from the authorities. Slip away. Close your eyes and follow your breath to the still place that leads to the invisible path that leads you home.

The more you turn inward, the more available the sacred becomes. when you sit in. silence and turn your gaze toward the holy mystery you once called God, the mystery follows you back out into the world. When you walk with purposeful focus on breath and birdsong, your breathing and the twitter of the chickadee reveal themselves as miracles. .

I was young, still so young, that I thought my lack of wholeness was somehow my fault. I had no idea everyone feels this way—that the most essential part of growing up is figuring out where your empty places are and learning how to fill them by, and for, yourself.

Ya no me sentía completa. Pero entonces me di cuenta con gran pesar de que en el fondo nunca me había sentido completa. Y esa atroz reflexión me detuvo en seco. Era joven, tanto que de alguna manera era culpa mía que estuviese incompleta, pensé. No sabía que todo el mundo se siente así, que la parte esencial del desarrollo de las personas consiste en detectar cuáles son nuestros espacios vacíos y aprender a llenarlos uno mismo.

I had no idea everyone feels this way—that the most essential part of growing up is figuring out where your empty places are and learning how to fill them by, and for, yourself.

Is it terrible to take solace in finding oneself better off than the huddled masses?

Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, 'I think I might be a terrible person.' For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him the answer to the question. If you don't know anyone, call the operator and tell him. Most people don't know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.

We really wanted to know all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is.

And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her? I dumped him. Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough. I promise you that wasn't it. Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough. Four hundred. Not enough.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

it wasn't pretend, I wasn't in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It's the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.

Sometimes I lie in bed trying to decide which of my friends I truly care about, and I always come to the same conclusion: none of them.

I drove to the doctor's office as if I was starring in a movie Phillip was watching -- windows down, hair blowing, just one hand on the wheel. When I stopped at red lights, I kept my eyes mysteriously forward. Who is she? people might have been wondering. Who is that middle-aged woman in the blue Honda?

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.

I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.