Quotes About Introspection

I don't like the idea of people who don't sing to themselves when they're all alone. They're too sober for me. At least hum-- anybody can do that.

I'm nearly thirty, and up to now I've lived as the grass grows. What terrible emptiness! Nothing but selfishness and indifference to others. I must pull myself up before it is too late. Ivan Ilich Telegin.

When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.

This was why. So that she would become conscious.

the question is not whether more flies can be caught with honey than with vinegar, but why the flies are being caught in either case—and how this feels to the fly.

Un día habré dormido con un sueño tan largo que ni tus besos puedan avivar el letargo. Un día estaré sola, como está la montaña entre el largo desierto y la mar que la baña.

Aprender a dar pasos como un tímido niño que necesita aún solícito cariño; hallar que cada cosa es vieja, pero es nueva, que dentro de lo eterno lo viejo se renueva y en la hora en que vuelve la excelsitud de amar saber que algo en nosotros es capaz de volar.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Me salí de mi carne, gocé el goce más alto: oponer una frase de basalto al genio oscuro que nos desintegra.

Show me your garden, provided it be your own, and I will tell you what you are like.

There's got to be more to life than just living," Foyle said to the robot. "Then find it yourself, sir. Don't ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.

I'm not a robot. I'm a freak of the universe ... a thinking animal ... and I'm trying to see my way clear through this morass.

The word LISTEN contains the same letters as the word SILENT.

Men sedan man har upplevat och förstått mycket, att då ännu hålla fast, att icke dö utan känna, icke avvika utan hålla stånd, det är något.

I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.

Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are!

L'humanité souleva sa robe et me montra, comme à un adepte digne d'elle, sa monstrueuse nudité.

Regardez moi ce petit corps maigre, ce lendemain d'orgie ambulant.

Perhaps what we modern people need most is to be genuinely shaken, so that where life is grounded, we would feel its stability; and where life is unstable and uncertain, immoral and unprincipled, we would know that, also, and endure it. Perhaps that is the ultimate answer to the question of why God has sent us into this time, why He permits this whirlwind to go over the earth, and why He holds us in such a state of chaos and in hopelessness and in darkness-and why there is no end in sight.

We must make sure we confess our own sin and shortcomings before approaching our adversary with his.

If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself.

People usually spend the first two months playing themselves up, not really being themselves. You waste those two months - and then they tell you, 'You're not who I was dating the first month!'

So many people go through life, and they never deal with their own issues, no matter what the issues are - ours happen to be gender identity. But, how many people go through life and just waste an entire life 'cause they'd never deal with themselves to be who they are.

My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and, emboldened by my success with 'The Waste Land,' I opened their copy of 'Ulysses.' The whiff of death off those remorseless, closely written pages overpowered me. So: back to soluble mysteries, and jokes that were not cosmic.