Quotes About Introspection

And once Father Lucas said to me, 'Be simple, Matthew, life is a simple book, and an open book, read and be simple as the beasts in the field; just being miserable isn't enough - you have to know how.

So then I whispered, 'What is this thing, Lord?' and I began to cry; the tears went like rain goes down on the world without touching the face of Heaven. Suddenly I realized that it was the first time in my life my tears were strange to me because they just went straight forward out of my eyes;

Looking down the barrel of your eye, I see the body of a Bloody Cinderella looking back.

We don't go to Shakespeare to find out about life in Elizabethan England; we go to Shakespeare to find out about ourselves now.

There was some derangement in her equilibrium that kept her immune from her own decent

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished.

To our friends,' he answered, 'we die every day, but to ourselves we die only at the end.

The majority of my symphonies are tombstones

Zar nas tek velika nesre?a zaista vra?a sebi? (...) Ima ne?ega istinski velikog, za um i dušu velikog, u svakoj pravoj nesre?i. Samo u njoj postoji jedna životna istina koje se više ne bi lišio. Nikad.

Znam, i zlo?in se lakše priznaje od zablude. Inteligentnom ?oveku najteže je da prizna zabludu. Me?utim,samo od njega to se i može o?ekivati.

?ovek ima razlog da se razo?ara samo u sebe. U svet i ljude, razo?arani su glupaci.

Sledi sebe, to je ipak najlakše. (...) Bogdan ostade na peronu gledaju?i u voz dok se ne zagubi me?u drve?em niz Kolubaru, ne veruju?i da je najlakše slediti sebe.

Sumnja mi preseca zalet, priznajem.

Zaboravilo se: sve su velike misli ro?ene u tišini, najbolje su knjige napisane u ?utanju.

I couldn't stand to be alone, yet I didn't want anyone to witness my dailiness, an indiscriminate collage of fragments, random encounters.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious...

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

Stay on top of your past so you can have a better view of your future.

If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?