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Quotes About Introspection

My true place in the world, it turned out, was somewhere beyond myself, and if that place was inside me, it was also unlocatable. This was the tiny hole between self and not-self, and for the first time in my life I saw this nowhere as the exact center of the world.
~ Paul Auster
Impossible, I realize, to enter another's solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.
~ Paul Auster
Our hearts know what is in them, even if our mouths remain silent. And the world will know what it is, even when nothing remains in our hearts.
~ Paul Auster
ta strogi intelektualni trening ga je postopoma spremenil v druga?nega ?loveka. Nau?il se je kako naj od dale? gleda nase, a se vidi najprej kot ?lovek med drugimi ljudmi, potem kot zbirko naklju?nih delcov in nazadnje kot prašno zrnce- in bolj ko se je oddaljeval od tam kjer je za?el,... bližje je prihajal temu, da postane velik.
~ Paul Auster
Non ho la minima idea di cosa stia dicendo. Harry svolazza nella magniloquenza scodellando le sue enigmatiche profezie per il puro piacere narcisistico di ascoltarsi, e non vedo il senso di protrarre la conversazione.
~ Paul Auster
Tus pies descalzos en el suelo frío cuando te levantas de la cama y vas a la ventana. Tienes sesenta y cuatro años. Afuera, la atmósfera es gris, casi blanca, no se ve el sol. Te preguntas: ¿Cuántas mañanas quedan? Se ha cerrado una puerta. Otra se ha abierto. Has entrado en el invierno de tu vida.
~ Paul Auster
Rather than fill me with ecstasy or gladness, this breakthrough overpowered me with dread. I didn't know myself anymore. I was inhabited by something that wasn't me, and that thing was so terrible, so alien in its newness, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I let the tears come pouring out of me, and once I started, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to stop
~ Paul Auster
And even if there was an end, it seemed doubtful that I would ever know about it — which meant that the story would go on and on, secreting its poison inside me forever.
~ Paul Auster
También esto le inquieta, porque no recuerda ninguna ocasión en su vida en que haya sido tan reacio a hacer algo que tan claramente desea hacer. Estoy cambiando, se dice
~ Paul Auster
All the happiness of man stems from one thing only: that he is incapable of staying quietly in his room.
~ Paul Auster
No importa -decía-. Un hombre debe vivir el presente y ¿qué importa quién eres la semana pasada, si sabes quién eres hoy?
~ Paul Auster
Your bare feet on the cold floor as you climb out of bed and walk to the window. You are sixty-four years old. Outside, the air is gray, almost white, with no sun visible. You ask yourself: How many mornings are left? A door has closed. Another door has opened. You have entered the winter of your life.
~ Paul Auster
Una volta tanto mi lasciai andare, senza volermi sentire superiore alla mia felicità, senza volermi guardare dall'alto o essere più intelligente dei miei sentimenti.
~ Paul Auster
My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.
~ Paul Auster
He wondered why he turned so sentimental. That's what happened when you have no one to talk to.
~ Paul Auster
How to get out of the room that is the book that will go on being written for as long as he stays in the room?
~ Paul Auster
who seeks solitude seeks silence; who does not speak is alone; is alone, even unto death
~ Paul Auster
Todos somos extraños para nosotros mismos, y si tenemos alguna sensación de quiénes somos, es solo porque vivimos dentro de la mirada de los demás.
~ Paul Auster
The mind has a mind of its own.
~ Paul Auster
Me gustó esta y quisiera compartirla. "la literatura es esencialmente soledad. Se escribe en soledad, se lee en soledad y, pese a todo, el acto de la lectura permite una comunicación entre dos seres humanos
~ Paul Auster
when I finally hit bottom.
~ Paul Auster
Whatever you see has the potential to wound you, to make you less than you are, as if merely by seeing a thing some part of yourself were taken away from you.
~ Paul Auster
I gave up trying to be anyone," he said. "The object of my life was to remove myself from my surroundings, to live in a place where nothing could hurt me anymore. One by one, I tried to abandon my attachments, to let go of all the things I ever cared about. The idea was to achieve indifference, an indifference so powerful and sublime that it would protect me from further assault.
~ Paul Auster
Tu non vuoi cambiare il mondo, Archie, tu vuoi capirlo per trovare il modo di riuscire a viverci.
~ Paul Auster