Quotes About Introspection

Passara anos a duvidar se eu estava morto e a desejar que estivesse vivo, e o seu desejo vira-se recompensado. Agora, pelo contrário, segundo me parecia, não queria saber se eu permanecia na terra ou se saía disparado dela. Tinha sido em vida, aquando do meu regresso, que deixara de existir. Não se prescinde de um fantasma, pois nunca está cumprido; de um marido desnecessário, derrotado, ensimesmado e sombrio, sim.

I knew that Sundays in England aren't just ordinary dull Sundays, the same the world over, which demand that one simply tiptoe through without disturbing them or paying them the least attention, they are vaster and slower and more burdensome than anywhere else I know.

La felicidad se escurre, no tiene forma, se escapa por una rendija sin que lo percibamos. Es difícil reconocerla, y cuando nos damos cuenta de que nos bañamos en ella, es porque ya nos falta.

Las personas interesantes se distinguen por las preguntas que hacen y las dudas que albergan, mientras que cualquier necio puede estar seguro de todo y ofrecer respuestas que nadie le pide.

La soledad suele ser el territorio del destierro para el hombre verdaderamente libre

Nosce te ipsum —la corregí, conteniendo otra risotada—. Significa «conócete a ti mismo».

Cuidado, creo que se me está empezando a aflojar algún tornillo. Eso es lo malo que tiene la soledad, que ves el mundo al revés y acabas perdiendo tornillos y volviéndote loco.

Estar asomado a esta ventana, en cierto modo, es como estar en una trinchera y asomar la cabeza, esperando que aparezca el enemigo. Aquí, sin embargo, no hay enemigos. Ni amigos ni enemigos, sólo silencio y soledad.

Let us be a little humble let us think that the truth may not perhaps be entirely with us.

I am getting old and the sign of old age is that I begin to philosophize and ponder over problems which should not be my concern at all.

Emotional Channeling Technique #1: Ask Courageous Questions

You can never attain full awareness following the actions of the majority.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

To me, the experience of having had manic depression can never be separated from my sense of who I am. It runs through me like wine through water: everything is coloured (or tainted) by it.

For three weeks I was in a state of slippage, a gap widening between me and my usual self.

The person who lived an entirely private life, Aristotle said, was either a beast or a god.

Tullius Cicero said: "The eyes are the window to the soul.

Of course I apologized, but I couldn't shake the sense that I was truly an asshole.

You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.

What voice have I borrowed to express a necessary silence?

I didn't say a word. I just stared at him. I figured I didn't owe him an answer, and I was too proud to even talk. I didn't want to tell him a damn thing about me.

For heaven's sake, dear, he's a man. Men aren't very good at analyzing themselves, you know.

The very fact that you can even wonder if you're going crazy means you very likely aren't crazy. Real nuts don't question their own nuttiness. They think they're the only normal ones. That's why they're nuts.