Quotes About Introspection

Your life is something opaque, not transparent, as long as you look at it in an ordinary human way. But if you hold it up against the light of God's goodness, it shines and turns transparent, radiant and bright. And then you ask yourself in amazement: Is this really my own life I see before me?

The doctor of the future will be oneself.

Man must cease attributing his problems to his environment, and learn again to exercise his will - his personal responsibility in the realm of faith and morals.

The quiet conscience is an invention of the devil

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.

O ser humano mal reconhece os demônios de sua criação

I am wounded and begging, and it's now I who offers herself and clings; people don't hold onto me at all, for I have nothing to give them but myself, myself naked, and it will take a lot of time and tenderness before some resource, some source springs up in me.

I'm one of my sensations.

I don't know what understanding myself is. I don't look inside. I don't believe I exist behind myself.

On a whitely cloudy day I get sad, almost afraid, And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.

Ser poeta não é uma ambição minha. É a minha maneira de estar sozinho.

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before, I go on like before, alone in the field. It's like my head had been lowered, And if I think this, and raise my head And the golden sun dries the need to cry I can't stop having. How vast the field and interior love... ! I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each other, Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil. Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us. To want more is to lose this, and be unhappy.

I was never a keeper of sheep

Sou um guardador de rebanhos O rebanho é os meus pensamentos E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.

Ser poeta no es una ambición mía. Es mi manera de estar solo

Así que floto, a la deriva, como si fuera una misión, mirando al cielo, pensando en eso de que uno se siente solo cuando está con gente; cuando uno está solo, en cambio, hasta puede que se sienta acompañado.

Y lo más triste del asunto es que va a tener razón: no soy su tipo. Al menos, ya no lo soy. Porque de que lo fui , lo fui. Pero algo pasó. Y éste es el resultado, supongo.

Al estar rodeado de tanta gente, de estar tan expuesto, de no tener tiempo para aquellos placeres autistas que te alimentan, uno termina por echarse de menos.

Ahí es donde uno aprende y capta si uno se la puede: si uno es capaz de estar en silencio con uno mismo.

No sabes lo que cansa nunca dejar de pensar en uno.

Es bueno defender las cosas que se sienten, pero para hay que sentirlas y para eso hace falta algo más.

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.

Non è solo chi è solo; è solo chi si sente solo.