Quotes About Introspection

You don't know what to say. You won't know what to say for a long time. Your reply was so many years ago.

The face that stares back at you from the mirror later in life is so different than when you're young. There's a winnowing away and a shutting down. A sense of something having been taken from you and you don't know exactly what it is, just that it isn't there anymore.

I never much understood the point of the world of men. How they fed off each other. How they motivated themselves. I mean, I got the purpose, but I navigated that world the way an astronaut would an alien landscape. Trying not to breathe the same air. Which was impossible, of course.

Non volevo le loro voci nella mia mente, le loro idee su di me, le loro storie o i loro problemi personali. Perché avrebbero dovuto volere i miei?

What's wrong with asking questions?" "Nothing." Everything. Once the questions snuck in, whatever had been certain became uncertain. Questions opened the way for doubt.

This was really the only thing I discovered in him after his return: a deep and unending solitude, as if he had been granted a gift that he didn't know what to do with. A gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him. But would it have killed me?

You put yourself here. Set this trap for yourself. So if you feel trapped by it now, it is your own fault. - The Director

In other words, we must distrust the rational, the logical, the sane, in an attempt to reach for something higher, for something more worthy.

That is the tragedy of everyday life: when you are in it, you can never see your self clearly.

The face that stares back at you from the mirror later in life is so different than when you're young. There's a winnowing away and a shutting down. A sense of something having been taken from you and you don't know exactly what it is, just that it isn't there anymore. What opens up to you instead is experience, is cunning, is foreknowledge. Nothing you sought.

There is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself.

Silence is the hardest scream

Why do you want a new truth when you do not practice what you already know? Far better to read a few books and make them your own than to read many books quickly and superficially.

When we do things with only a part of the mind, we are just skimming the surface of life. Nothing sinks in; nothing has real impact. It leads to an empty feeling inside. Unfortunately, it is this very emptiness that drives us to pack in even more, seeking desperately to fill the void in our hearts. What we need to do is just the opposite: to slow down and live completely in the present. Then every moment will be full.

For all its emphasis on sexual and romantic experience, Girls never suggests that a smoothly pleasant sex life is something worthy of serious aspiration. The ultimate prize to be wrung from all of these baffling sexual predicaments is a deeper understanding of oneself.

Sometimes people with our trait are said to be less happy or less capable of happiness. Of course, we can seem unhappy and moody, at least to non-HSPs, because we spend so much time thinking about things like the meaning of life and death and how complicated everything is—not black-and-white thoughts at all. Since most non-HSPs do not seem to enjoy thinking about such things, they assume we must be unhappy doing all that pondering. And

In effect, writers give us a transcript of how the brain works because they look at the images turning up in their own minds with such concentration and dedication.

Frente al espejo aprendió las palabras y las risas. Cuando se casó, Justino acaparó las palabras y los espejos y ella atravesó unos años silenciosos y borrados en los que se movía como una ciega, sin entender lo que sucedía a su alrededor. La única memoria que tenía de esos años era que no tenía ninguna. No había sido ella la que atravesó ese tiempo de temor y silencio.

que se quedó pensativa en su puerta, mirando cómo se alejaban, en

se dijo con tristeza; el muerto era un yo descalzo

Todo mi esplendor caía en la ignorancia, en un no querer mirarme

Tal vez los actos quedan escritos en el aire y ahí los leemos con unos ojos que no nos conocemos.

Niña, ya no te contemples más en el espejo!", le ordenaban los mayores cuando era pequeña; pero no podía impedirlo: su propia imagen era la manera de reconocer al mundo.

The trouble is, I am not at peace with myself; I am not always something, and if for once I am something, I pay for it by being nothing for months on end.' —Kafka, quoted by Canetti