Quotes About Introspection

how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of all nothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You?

the ponderous ferocity of silence….

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left (and i refer to thinking)rests upon a dismal misconception;namely that some neither ape nor angel called a man is measured by his quote eye cue unquote.

IS IT SO TERRIBLE NOT TO KEEP THE MATTER IN MY HEART, TO GET THE MATTER OUT OF MY HEART, TO EMPTY MY HEART OF THIS MATTER? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH MY HEART?

It's a kind of jail, the brain's mind. We've got these mysterious three-pound brains and they jail us.

He was a moody, distracted young fellow, and it was clear his own mind was more company to him than people were.

And to top everything he's got this problem he can't let her know how he feels: What-he's shy? Shy! Tell me who in this goddamn world is shy? Young, old, the lame and halt. Clobber you over the head with what they feel. Oh Man I wish just once in my long fucked-up life someone had come up to me who was too shy to tell me what they thought of me...

Homer, maybe you can tell me why I am fatally attracted to women who are no more than mirrors of myself.

I stopped wondering what she was feeling, what she was thinking. She was happy on the move, alert and at peace, all the inflamed spirit was lifted from her.

should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's hollow.

Something made me pull sounds out of my silence...

Jennifer, I asked, what do you ever do besides read? She looked up at the sky and sighed and said very seriously, I think.

I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's hollow.

How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

Hey, don't be mean, 'cause remember: wherever you go. . . there you are.

Wherever you go, there you are.. (Buckaroo Banzai)

Wherever you go, there you are.

Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person's life.

Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write?" said Rilke.

I entered my reading the way an echo enters a sound.

To recognize one's own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence.

Your outer journey may contain a million steps; your inner journey only has one: the step you are taking right now.

You do not become good by trying to be good, but by finding the goodness that is already within you, and allowing that goodness to emerge.