Quotes About Introspection

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood. The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.

If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers." I

I was in my early twenties and I was, to be quite honest, a bit of a punk. A swaggering entitled straight white guy who hadn't but a lot of thought into what it might be like to be anything other than a straight white guy. Because when you're a straight white guy, you don't *have* to think about that....

knew myself to be quite sane. I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn't know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed

If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.

Mi estado de ánimo pasó de la euforia a la duda en lo que se tarda en respirar tres veces.

man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

So as we rode there were many things unspoken. The tension built in the air between us as the road jounced away beneath the cart's wheels. There were gaps and breaks in our conversation, silences that stretched too long, silences that were short but terrifyingly deep.

She looked at me. Looked away. "You think too much of me." I smiled. "Perhaps you think too little of yourself.

Lloraba en silencio por ella misma, porque había algo profundamente herido en su interior. Yo ignoraba qué era, ni me atrevía a preguntárselo. Me limitaba a decir lo que podía para calmar su dolor y la ayudaba a cerrar los ojos para rehuir la realidad.

No demuestres humildad a menos que la sientas.

What other option did I have, now that words had failed me? What do any of us have when words fail us?

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you dont want coming back to trouble you. Autumn...Autumn's the time. In autumn, everything is tired and ready to die.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

But there was no one there to see the truth of things. And there was no God guiding it. Only me.

He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

As he began to withdraw from them, it became clear to Grenouille for the first time that for eighteen years their compacted human effluvium had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity. On

?? có th? giã t? cõi ??i khiêm nh??ng nhÆ° th? c?n Ä'ôi chút t?i thi?u lòng t?t b?m sinh...

Hem düÅŸündüm ki, senin fark?na varmas? için yanl?? çalmak zorundaysan, o zaman hiç fark?na varmas?n, daha iyi. Görüyor musunuz, ben böyleyim.

Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.

El terror que ahora le atenazaba era el de ignorar algo de sí mismo y se trataba de una especie opuesta a la anterior, ya que de este no podía escapar, sino que debía hacerle frente.

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

He was finally able to bask in his own existence; and he found it splendid.