Quotes About Introspection

El corazón, si pudiese pensar, se pararía.

Me detengo a orillas de mí y me asomo… Abismo… Y en ese abismo el Universo.

I acquired, with regard to action, a transcendental honesty which, ever since I became aware of it, has inhibited me from having any strong links with the tangible world.

A minha alma está cansada da minha vida

metaphysics has always struck me as a prolonged form of latent insanity.

Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature.

I took off the mask and looked in the mirror. I was the same child I was years ago. I hadn't changed at all... That's the advantage of knowing how to remove your mask. You're still the child, The past that lives on, The child. I took off the mask, and I put it back on, It's better this way. This way I'm the mask. And I return to normality as to a streetcar terminus. 11 August 1934

that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts.

Io mi siedo sulla soglia e immergo il mio sguardo e il mio udito nei colori e nei suoni del paesaggio e canto piano piano, per me soltanto, dei vaghi canti che compongo nell'attesa.

La libertad es la posibilidad de aislamiento. Eres libre si puedes alejarte de los hombre, sin que te obligue a buscarlos la necesidad de dinero, o la necesidad gregaria, o el amor, o la gloria, o la curiosidad, que no pueden encontrar alimento en el silencio y la soledad. Si te resulta imposible vivir solo, has nacido esclavo. Puedes tener toda la grandeza de espíritu, toda la grandeza del alma: eres un esclavo noble o un siervo inteligente: no eres libre.

Posso immaginare tutto perché non sono niente. Se fossi qualcosa non potrei immaginare.

Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful – only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life

I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry.

A quien como yo, así, viviendo no sabe tener vida, ¿qué le queda sino, como a mis pocos pares, la renuncia por modo y la contemplación por destino?

My God, My God, who am I watching? How many am I? Who is I? What is this gap between me and myself?

Não me queiram converter a convicção: sou lúcido. Já disse: sou lúcido. Nada de estéticas com coração: sou lúcido. Merda! Sou lúcido.

A alma humana é um manicómio de caricaturas.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings.

Believe me, if there were no intelligent people pointing out all our various human ills, humanity would not even notice them. Sensitive people make others suffer out of sympathy.

De tanto lidar com sombras, eu mesmo me converti numa sombra - no que penso, no que sinto, no que sou.

La conciencia de la inconsciencia de la vida es el martirio más grande impuesto a la inteligencia.

peacefully ensconced in a small house on the outskirts of somewhere or other, enjoying a tranquillity in which I won't write the works I don't write now, and to keep on not writing them I'll come up with even better excuses than the ones I use today to elude myself.

We're convalescents. Most of us are people who never learned an art or a trade, not even the art of enjoying life. Since we're basically averse to prolonged social contact, even the greatest of friends tend to bore us after half an hour; we only long to see them when we think about seeing them, and the best moments we spend with them occur in our dreams.