Quotes About Introspection

And is it possible,' said Emily, as these recollections returned—'is it possible, that a mind, so susceptible of whatever is grand and beautiful, could stoop to low pursuits, and be subdued by frivolous temptations?

S]he loved more the wild wood-walks, that skirted the mountain; and still more the mountain's stupendous recesses, where the silence and grandeur of solitude impressed a sacred awe upon her heart

Learn to enjoy your own company. You are the one person you can count on living with for the rest of your life.

I did not want my tombstone to read, 'She kept a really clean house.

There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all," but conscience is what gives us our humanity, the factor that separates us from animals. It allows us to love, to feel another's pain, and to grow. Whatever the drawbacks are to being blessed with a conscience, the rewards are essential to living in a world with other human beings.

our modern day when we can neither endure our vices, nor face the remedies needed to cure them.

Come mi fosse nuovo, osservo tutto. Umido aroma dei pioppi. E taccio. Taccio, pronta ad esser te di nuovo, terra.

I defend Not my voice, but my silence

How many poems did I not write? They hang in the air around me, a weird choir, And some day May suffocate me...

Monstrously giving birth to yourself, Admiring yourself and choking on yourself, Are you not, alas, the only tie Between good and evil, earthly pits and paradise? It seems to me that you are always on the boundary.

And in the depths of music, I didn't find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

Half-closes her eyes — eyelids heavy with poems.

But at this moment he surely knows sorrow No less than the wise and the old. It seems that his eyes have begun to grow narrow, And their brilliant light is now cold.

Now mirrors learn not to expect smiles.

Thus I live, without singing at all. Neither sky nor earth is for me.

I've come to see the resolution, And I must cede the throne And hearken to my own delusion As if it ceased to be my own.

I cannot tell if the day; is ending, or the world, or if; the secret of secrets is inside me again.

The only competition worthy a wise man is with himself.

She had a glass of Bushmills in one hand and a glass of Bacardi in the other because she was still at that stage of working out what to have for her first drink.

At eighteen I had no proper understanding of the ways that constituted encroachment.

She did horror stories on herself, filling in blanks where I refused to supply information. This meant she wrote the entire script herself.

No longer did I want to explain, for I could see myself in the moment, exactly as she was seeing me, as all of them were seeing me.