Quotes About Introspection

He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.' 'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth

I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feeling that I've got something important to say and the power to say it - only I don't know what it is, and I can't make any use of the power.

Cómo puedes hablar así? —¿Que cómo puedo? —repitió Bernard en tono meditabundo—. No, el verdadero problema es: «¿Por qué no puedo hablar?»

Lo que había dado a Helmholtz la desagradable conciencia de ser él mismo y estar totalmente solo, era un exceso de inteligencia.

en ningún caso debes entregarte a una morosa meditación sobre tus faltas. Revolcarse en el fango no es la mejor manera de limpiarse.

He squeezed her limp hand almost with violence, as though he would force her to come back from this dream of ignoble pleasures, from these base and hateful memories_back into the present, back into reality: the appalling present, the awful reality_but sublime, but significant, but desperately important precisely because of the imminence of that which made them so fearful.

EÄŸer farkl?ysan, yaln?zl??a mahkûm oluyorsun.

parrot talking is the person himself making an utterance. The more you reflect on this, the stranger it is

Mescalin opens up the way of Mary, but shuts the door on that Martha. It gives access to contemplation - but to a conteplation that is incompatible with action and even with will to action, the very thought of action...

the sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth

The mystical experience is doubly valuable; it is valuable because it gives the experiencer a better understanding of himself and the world and because it may help him to lead a less self-centered and more creative life.

for by introspection and by listening to other people's judgements of our character we ca all, if we so desire, come to a very shrewd understanding of our flaws and weaknesses and real, as opposed to the avowed and advertised, motives or our actions. If most of use remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.

The legs, for example, of that chair - how miraculous their tubularity, how supernatural their polished smoothness! I spent several minutes - or was it several centuries? - not merely gazing at those bamboo legs, but actually being them - or rather being myself in them; or, to be still more accurate (for I was not involved in the case, nor in a certain sense were they) being my Not-self in the Not-self which was the chair.

I drank to the imminent of His Coming, he repeated, with a sincere attempt to feel that the coming was imminent; but the eyebrow continued to haunt him, and the Coming, as far as he was concerned, was horribly remote.

Turning to God without turning from self' - the formula is absurdly simple; and yet, simple as it is, it explains all the follies and iniquities committed in the name of religion.

Myslel jsem sami, abychom si mohli pohovoÃ…â"¢it," zamumlal. "PohovoÃ…â"¢it - a o ?em?" Procházet a hovoÃ…â"¢it - opravdu, velmi podivný zp?sob, jak strávit odpoledne.

Did he? Jenny lowered her voice. Shall I tell you what I think of that man? I think he's slightly sinister. Having made this pronouncement, she entered the ivory tower of her deafness and closed the door. Denis could not induce her to say anything more, could not induce her even to listen. She just smiled at him, smiled and occasionally nodded.

Man is a double being and can take, now the god's-eye view of things, now the brute's-eye view.

El exceso mental puede producir, para sus fines, la ceguera y sordera voluntarias de una deliberada soledad, la impotencia artificial del ascetismo.

in order to know who in fact we are, we must first know, moment by moment, who we think we are and what this bad habit of thought compels us to feel and do.

Revolcarse en el fango no es la mejor manera de limpiarse

She knows too that this temple isn't what she still like to think it is - the house of Buddha. She knows it's just a diagram of her own unconscious mind.

For Pamela, dinner in solitude, especially the public solitude of hotels, was a punishment. Companionlessness and compulsory silence depressed her. Besides, she never felt quite eye-proof; she could never escape from the obsession that every one was looking at her, judging, criticizing.

I thought we'd be more . . . More together here -- with nothing but the sea and the moon. More together than in that crowd, or even in my room. Don't you understand that?