Quotes About Introspection

When someone asks, "How do I find the right one?" my answer is "Don't look for the right one. Be the right one.

P)eople live their whole lives shut in by walls. Reality stands before them, yet they do not see it, because what you call real is just the image of your expectations. Your project the same images everywhere you go. They blind you; they keep you chained to the past, but your greatest fear is that one day the mirror will show you reality.

What do you find when you go inside? A rich world, streaming with thoughts, feelings, sensations, memories, hopes, wishes, dreams, and fears. No one is immune to the allure of this world. We experience ourselves in here, and everything we can possibly imagine.

The hunger to be alone, characteristic of anyone in stage four, comes from sheer suspense. The person cannot wait to find out what comes next in the unfolding of the soul's drama.

When you feel frustrated or upset by a person or a situation, remember that you are not reacting to the person or the situation, but to your feelings about the person or the situation. These are your feelings, and your feelings are not someone else's fault. When you

But you can't be alive without feelings, and you can't feel unless you expose your vulnerability.

Two journeys had to be made without companions: the journey to your death and the one to enlightenment.

He needed to remember what he was really made of and return to his true nature. In

Children need to learn that silence is the home of spirit. All other voices speak out loud, but spirit communicates without making a sound.

Al igual que dos pájaros posados en el mismo árbol, que son íntimos amigos, el ego y el yo moran en el mismo cuerpo. El primer pájaro come las frutas dulces y amargas de la vida, mientras que el otro lo observa en silencio.

The real business of life, however, is to find out who you really are.

Of course he could still conjure up the old faces. But they didn't return on their own anymore. In order to see images of Channa or Suddhodana, he would ask to see them. "Learn to use your memories," he told the younger bikkhus. "Don't let them use you.

Siddhartha looked down at his arm and brushed away the film of dried dung that had settled on it. More dust flew up into the sunlight. I am just dust, he thought.

In an ideal world everyone would ask "Who am I?" every day, and since "I" is constantly shifting, each new day would bring a new answer.

The problem with time is that we are always making it personal.

No one else, however much you love and adore the person, sees the true significance of your private epiphanies. The secret belongs to you, with you, in you.

By taking explicit notice of breathing patterns, listening with intention to your heartbeat, or reciting a phrase in your mind, infinite possibilities present themselves.

What others think of you is none of your business.

should you look upon your fellow man and see a blemish, it is your own imperfection that you are encountering—you are being shown what it is that you must correct within yourself.

That's what had changed when he jumped into the abyss. He exchanged illusion for truth. He felt purified, and yet some part of him couldn't rejoice in it. What would it be like to be the only man who wasn't afraid?

Gautama said. "But I am blessed, because it has taken me only five years to know who I am not.

If you live the questions, life will move you into the answers.

Brooding on your negative traits isn't going to bring the shadow to light.

I write about subectivety-and inarticulation-about life pushing you into a state where everything is melting until you're left with the absolute and you can find neither the words nor the images to express it.