Quotes About Introspection

To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on all sides and never even know it.

I can't do it," Tatiana said "I can't walk down the streets of our life with you." "I know." They turned back to the reflections in the mirror.

When you're unsure of yourself, whenever you're in doubt, ask yourself three questions. What do you believe in? What do you hope for? But most important, ask yourself, what do you love? And when you answer, Tatiana, you will know who you are. And more important - if you ask this question of the people around you, you will know who they are too.

That's what it was. I had been given something I absolutely did not deserve. And only here in coming back did I realize what I had been freely given. Why was I given it? What was I going to do with it now that I knew I had it? I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want this to be my last night. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to understand, and after I understood, to feel better.

The sponge of my heart had been filled up sometime last evening and had begun to drip.

Why do you enjoy torturing yourself? Do you feel life has been too good to you?" Tatiana stared at him. "Life has," she said slowly, "been too good to me.

I think you kept three credits, consciously or subconsciously, so that you could hang on to something, hang on and not move forward. I think you want to feel that you're still unfinished." She wanted to tell her grandmother that she was still unfinished. Unfinished, unanswered, unformed.

There were other things,too, to ask him. Always she tries to be less forward. Always she tried to find the right thing to say and didn't trust the etiquette pendulum swinging in her head, so she simply said nothing, which was perceived either as painful shyness of haughtiness. Dasha never had that problem. She just said the first thing that came into her head. Tatiana knew she needed to rust her inner voice more. It was certainly loud enough

What we aim to do is calm the spirit and get in touch with the source from which everything comes, removing any trace of malice or egotism. If you spend too much time trying to find out what is good or bad about someone else, youll forget your own soul and end up exhausted and defeated by the energy you have wasted in judging others.

Its always easy to blame others. You can spend your entire life blaming the world, but your successes or failures are entirely your own responsibility. You can try to stop time, but its a complete waste of energy.

We want to answer this classical question, who am I? So I think that most of our works are for art, or whatever we do, including science or religion, tried to answer that question.

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

A reflexividade é a raiz da objetivação

isso de querer ser exatamente aquilo que a gente é ainda vai nos levar além

Escrevo. E pronto. Escrevo porque preciso, preciso porque estou tonto. Ninguém tem nada com isso. Escrevo porque amanhece e as estrelas lá no céu lembram letras no papel, quando o poema me anoitece. A aranha tece teias. O peixe beija e morde o que vê. Eu escrevo apenas. Tem que ter por quê?

Quem nasce com coração? Coração tem que ser feito. Já tenho uma porção Me infernando o peito. Com isso ninguém nasça. Coração é coisa rara, Coisa que a gente acha E é melhor encher a cara.

no fundo, no fundo, bem lá no fundo, a gente gostaria de ver nossos problemas resolvidos por decreto a partir desta data, aquela mágoa sem remédio é considerada nula e sobre ela — silêncio perpétuo

There is a criterion by which you can judge whether the thoughts you are thinking and the things you are doing are right for you. The criterion is: Have they brought you inner peace?

The valid research for the future is on the inner side, on the spiritual side.

There's a period of life when we swallow a knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.

There is a period of life when we swallow knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.

You never find yourself until you face the truth.

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that's where I renew my springs that never dry up.

Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.