Quotes About Introspection

With a start, I realized I'd begun to frown. I tried to relax my face. Unbidden, Adrian's words had come back to me, that the next time I was in bed with Dimitri, I should think about others who weren't so lucky. "Do you think I ruin lives?" I asked.

Oh, great. I'm a doll.

Rose, you really do scare me sometimes. Just not for the reasons I originally thought you would.

God, I feel so stupid.

People who are crazy rarely question whether they're crazy,

Porque a veces, una persona puede estar tan atrapada en los detalles que se pierde todo. No es sólo el cabello o el vestido. Eres tú. Tú eres hermosa. Tan Hermosa, que duele. • capítulo 24

Yeah. I was definitely a snob.

No. Yeva hasn't been very forthcoming this morning.

Talk to God before talking to the person. Discuss the problem with God. If you will pray about the conflict first instead of gossiping to a friend, you will often discover that either God changes your heart or he changes the other person without your help. All your relationships would go smoother if you would just pray more about them. As David

Since we all have blind spots, you may need to ask a third party to help you evaluate your own actions before meeting with the person with whom you have a conflict. Also ask God to show you how much of the problem is your fault. Ask, "Am I the problem? Am I being unrealistic, insensitive, or too sensitive?" The Bible says, "If we claim that we're free of sin, we're only fooling ourselves." 19

Humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.

Most of my life has been spent not understanding, and I can assure you, it was not easy.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue [...] Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Der Abend ist mein Buch Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen die Deckel purpurn in Damast; ich löse seine goldnen Spangen mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast. Und lese seine erste Seite, beglückt durch den vertrauten Ton, - und lese leiser seine zweite, und seine dritte träum ich schon.

Si tu vida cotidiana te parece pobre, no la acuses. Acúsate a ti mismo de no ser lo bastante poeta para percibir sus riquezas.

My looking ripens things and they come towards me, to meet and be met.

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?

It's possible, I'm moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I'm so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.

His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew turning in its own, small circle prescribed by bars and walls ...and skin, confined. Suddenly, without warning, a flash of light and image pierces the caged brain, and passing through its beating heart to stillness finds its way.

I don't want to talk to anyone, lest I squander your words' echo, which ripples like a shine over mine and lends their sound a richness.

If your everyday life seems poor to you, do not accuse it; accuse yourself, tell yourself you are not poet enough to summon up its riches; since for the creator there is no poverty and no poor or unimportant place.

You are so young, you have not even begun, and I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that is unsolved in your heart and to try to cherish the questions themselves, like closed rooms and like books written in a very strange tongue.

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

The sun crouched behind leaves, but the trees had long since walked away. The meaning that surfaces comes to me aslant and I go to meet it, stepping out of my body word for word, until I am everything at once: the perfume of the world in which I go under, a skindiver remembering air