Quotes About Introspection

Ya no estaba seguro de que fuera su hogar.

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Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom. 'All men make mistakes,' said the ancient Greek Sophocles. 'But a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only sin is pride.

Se sentía como si hubiera sido un niño hasta ese día… Era como si hubiese estado viviendo en una casa con habitaciones en las que jamás había entrado, y la hubiese compartido con unos extraños a quienes jamás les había puesto los ojos encima. Se sentía desorientado por el descubrimiento de su propia ignorancia. Era como perder el equilibrio.

These Sunday afternoons were the golden moments in a life that was rapidly falling apart. The

Una de las mejores cualidades de aquél era su habilidad para mantenerse callado cuando debía hacerlo.

looked down into the black water and hesitated

She had always had this ability to make him revise his attitudes, he recalled. It was an uncomfortable process, but she was often right.

every day she would probably have

He set out to walk. The

He did not look down at his book. He was happy with his thoughts. They were often enough for him, nowadays. His mind was like a house he had spent his life furnishing.

jaw. He examined his morning beard, pulling the loose skin this way

Before you try to take a speck out of your brother's eye, make sure you don't have a big piece of wood in your own eye, obstructing your vision, Jesus suggested.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.

People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.

Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.

He couldn't seem to get his teeth into anything. Except books. The things in books was darn near more real to him than the things breathing and eating.

When a man showed up you didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at yours, because it's painful to see somebody so clear that it's like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it may be, or you could relax and lose yourself.

Always stay in your own movie.

A man has to know he had a choice before he can enjoy what he chose. I know now. That a human has to make it with other humans . . . before he can make it with himself.

Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another. It was too naked and painful. More was revealed in a human face than a human being can bear, face-to-face.

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It's like each face was a sign like one of those "I'm Blind" signs the dago accordion players in Portland hung around their necks, only these signs say "I'm tired" or "I'm scared" or "I'm dying of a bum liver" or "I'm all bound up with machinery and people pushing me alla time." I can read all the signs, it don't make any difference how little the print gets.

When a man showed up you didn't want to look at his face and he didn't want to look at yours, because it's painful to see somebody so clear that it's like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, as painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.