Quotes About Introspection

Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.

Sometimes I wrote things because I couldn't say them, couldn't sort out my feelings about them, couldn't keep them bottled inside me.

I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.

What are you?" I whispered."What are we to you?" She lay still, rested her head on her topmost coil. "You know me as no other does," she said softly. "You must decide.

We caused the problems: then we sat and watched as they grew into crises.

Just struggling with my own perversity.

She glanced at him. "What gods do you respect?" "None." "And why not?" "I help myself," he said.

Opening and closing her jacket, her hand touched the long scar across her abdomen. She had acquired it somehow between her second and third Awakenings, had examined it fearfully, wondering what had been done to her. What had she lost or gained, and why?

Do you believe? Belief will not save you.

Prayers only help the person doing the praying.

Hell, I think a lot of things. And I know—I know!—that no matter how many things I think of, they won't be enough. Every time I go outside, I try to imagine what it might be like to live out there without walls, and I realize I don't know anything.

Éramos batistas — falei. — Eu não conseguia acreditar, e não contava a ninguém. Meu pai era o ministro. Fiquei quieta e comecei a entender a Semente da Terra. — Começou a inventar a Semente da Terra — comentou ele. — Comecei a descobrir e a entendê-la — corrigi. — Encontrar a verdade não é a mesma coisa que inventar coisas.

Il mio Dio non mi non mi ama o mi odia, non mi sorveglia né mi conosce e io non provo né amore né lealtà nei suoi confronti. Il mio Dio semplicemente è.

you think they want to wash?" I asked Harry and Zahra.

I'm not some kind of potential Job, long suffering, stiff necked, then, at last, either humble before an all-knowing almighty, or destroyed. My God doesn't love me or hate me or watch over me or know me at all, and I feel no love for or loyalty to my God. My God just is.

In order for me to understand who I am, I must begin to understand who she was. That is my reason for writing and assembling this book. It has always been my way to sort through my feelings by writing.

I have a huge and savage conscience that won't let me get away with things.

My steps along this streetResoundin another streetIn whichI hear my stepsPassing along this streetIn whichOnly the mist is real.

Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has 'invented' himself by saying 'no' to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude.

No one behind, no one ahead. The path the ancients cleared has closed. And the other path, everyone's path, easy and wide, goes nowhere. I am alone and find my way.

a human being is never what he is but the self he seeks.