Quotes About Introspection

La casa no es tan grande, pensó. La agrandan la penumbra, la simetría, los espejos, los muchos años, mi desconocimiento, la soledad.

I can't talk about my books. I have written them and tried to forget them. I have written once, and readers have read me many times, no? I try to think of what I wrote, it's very unhealthy to think about the past, the case of elegies is very sad, as much as the case of complaints.

Tennyson said that if we could understand a single flower we would know who we are and what the world is. Perhaps he meant that there is no deed, however so humble, which does not implicate universal history and the infinite concatenation of causes and effects. Perhaps he meant that the visible world is implicit, in its entirety, in each manifestation, just as, in the same way, will, according to Schopenhauer, is implicit, in its entirety, in each individual.

Mirrors in metal, and the masked Mirror of mahogany that in its mist Of a red twilight hazes The face that is gazed on as it gazes

A pesar de que la vida de un hombre se componga de miles y miles de momentos y días, esos muchos instantes y esos muchos días pueden ser reducidos a uno: el momento en que un hombre averigua quién es, cuando se ve cara a cara consigo mismo.

My name is someone & anyone. I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.

I owe the discovery of Uqbar to the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia.

soy dios, soy héroe, soy filósofo, soy demonio y soy mundo, lo cual es una fatigosa manera de decir que no soy.

Halfway through his reclusion, Arredondo experienced more than once that almost timeless time. In the first of the house's three patios there was cistern with a frog in it. It never occurred to Arredondo to think that the frog's time, which borders on eternity, was what he himself sought.

I suspected once that any human life, however intricate and full it might be, consisted in reality of one moment: the moment when a man knows for all time who he is.

Soy esa torpe intensidad que es un alma.

In my soul the afternoon grows wider and I reflect.

Lo que decimos pocas veces se parece a nosotros.

En vano me repetí que un hombre acosado por un acto de cobardía es más complejo y más interesante que un hombre meramente animoso.

There is a saying that only the man who has already committed a crime and repented of it is incapable of that crime; to be free of an erroneous opinion, I myself might add, one must at some time have professed it.

Solitude weighs me down. Company does too.

La soledad me pesa. La compañía también.

Además, confesar un hecho es dejar de ser el actor para ser el testigo, para ser alguien que lo mira y lo narra y que ya no lo ejecutó.

I came to abominate my body, I came to sense that two eyes, two hands, two lungs are as monstrous as two faces.

Why does it disturb us that Don Quixote be a reader of the Quixote and Hamlet a spectator of Hamlet?... these inversions suggest that if the characters of a fictional work can be readers or spectators, we, its readers or spectators, can be fictitious.

Little has happened to me in my lifetime, but I have read much.

A volte penso che i buoni lettori siano cigni ancor più tenebrosi e rari dei buoni autori.

el vago rosa trémulo que se ve con los ojos cerrados

En Alejandría se ha dicho que sólo es incapaz de una culpa quien ya la cometió y ya se arrepintió; para estar libre de un error, agreguemos, conviene haberlo profesado