Quotes About Introspection

I'm just another stupid human.

Grazie a lui mi ero avvicinato per la prima volta al grande mistero, ovvero al fatto che, se mai nella nostra esistenza riusciamo ad attingere qualcosa di speciale, qualcosa di più elevato, ciò accade solo al prezzo di una particolare concentrazione interiore, di una paranoia sublime e, nella sua sacralità, affine alla follia.

It is precisely those who are apparently aloof from the world who build for themselves a remarkable and thoroughly individual world in miniature, using their own special equipment, termite-like.

Avoid the crowd, avoid mass audiences, keep your own counsel, which is the counsel of philosophy--of wisdom you can acquire and make your own.

Después de todo, ¿qué diferencia hay entre vivir y dar explicaciones sobre la vida?

Las palabras, pronunciadas o tipiadas ya no luchan por consignar el viaje de descubrimiento espiritual. Tal como lo expresó admirablemente Chris Moss (en el Guardian Weekend),[11] por medio de "el chat por Internet, los teléfonos móviles, los mensajes de texto", "la introspección es reemplazada por una interacción frenética y frívola que expone nuestros secretos más profundos al lado de nuestra lista de compras.

Al parecer, soy incapaz de pensar sin escribir.

Don Quijote no fue conquistador, fue conquistado. Pero en su derrota, tal como nos enseñó Cervantes, demostró que 'la única cosa que nos queda frente a esa ineludible derrote que se llama vida es intentar comprenderla'.

Don Quijote no fue conquistador, fue conquistado. Pero en su derrota, tal como nos enseñó Cervantes, demostró que 'la única cosa que nos queda frente a esa ineludible derrota que se llama vida es intentar comprenderla'.

Questioning the ostensibly unquestionable premises of our way of life is arguably the most urgent of services we owe our fellow humans and ourselves.

Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.

I have this strange feeling none of this is really happening. Like I'm standing far away from myself. Like nothing is real. Have you ever had a feeling like that?

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Reflective I found a weed that had a mirror in it and that mirror looked in at a mirror in me that had a weed in it

Girl, interrupted.

Maybe I had found true love. Not that true love is a bitter, rotten dead monkey in a box. But then again, maybe.

We are not judges for ourselves until circumstances call us to act.

It occurred to me that soon I would need a scroll of butcher paper and a felt-tip pen to record the list of completely senseless things comprising my life. I would tape the scroll to the wall and conduct a focus group of one.

The connection with him is a connection with part of myself, and it has to do with a kind of insatiable curiosity. I mean the part of me that gets connected to the rest of me when I'm connecting to him. The insatiably curious part.

somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn't much I'd rather say than think. Of course for more than thirty years I've had Chuck. We've known each other so long that we don't have to talk, and when we do we don't have to say anything. When he asks me if I'd like to take a trip around the world I can say yes knowing I'll never have to go.

Lots of people in my somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn't much I'd rather say than think.

I appreciate not being interrupted in the middle of thinking about nothing.

Shhh," she wants to say to her husband as he speaks a pleasantry in her ear, "I am remembering being lonely.

An unexamined life may not be worth living, but the overexamined life is hell. We talk too much.