Quotes About Introspection

los pobres diablos sin más literatura que su propia alma, sin más libros que los de otros, que mueren asfixiados por el hecho de existir sin haber hecho aquel desconocido examen trascendente que los habilitara para vivir.

Sunt în dezacord cu mine,dar m? iert Fiindc? nici nu m? accept cu toat? seriozitatea.

Tenho a náusea física da humanidade vulgar, que é, aliás, a única que há. E capricho, ás vezes, em aprofundar essa náusea, como se pode provocar um vomito para aliviar a vontade de vomitar.

Toen ik mij wilde ontmaskeren Zat het masker vast aan mijn gezicht.

Beautiful was my love, yet melancholy.

Divan beše moj ljubljeni, a melanholi?an.

If the tree is more interesting to me than the man, I'm sorrier to see the tree felled than to see the man die. There are departing sunsets that grieve me more than the deaths of children. If I'm unfeeling, it's so that I can feel.

Tudo que nos cerca se torna parte de nós, se nos infiltra na sensação da carne e da vida, e, baba da grande Aranha, nos liga subtilmente ao que está perto, enleando-nos num leito leve de morte lenta, onde baloiçamos ao vento. Tudo é nós, e nós somos tudo; mas de que serve isto, se tudo é nada?

I watch myself. I am a witness to myself. My feelings parade past some unrecognizable gaze of mine like things external. Everything about me bores me. Everything, right down to its mysterious roots, has taken on the color of my tedium.

Lucru aruncat într-un ungher,cârp? c?zut? în strad?,fiinÅ£a mea ignobil? în faÅ£a vieÅ£ii ia tot felul de forme...

Don't imagine that I write just to write, or to publish, or to produce art. I write because this is the final goal, the supreme refinement, the temperamentally illogical refinement, of my cultivation of states of mind and feeling.

I aspire to nothing. Life wounds me. I feel uncomfortable where I am and uncomfortable where I think I could be.

moja najbolja ostvarenja - mjese?ina i ironija.

It is as if I am an old man who sees all the friends of his childhood dying around him and who thinks his own death at hand.

N-am nici ambi?ii ?i nici dorin?e. A fi poet nu e pentru mine o ambi?ie. e doar felul meu de a fi singur.

To understand, I destroyed myself.

I've come to the realization that I'm always thinking and listening to two things at once.

I hide behind the door, so that Reality won't see me when it enters.

The sincerity of intellectual affirmation has nothing to do with the naturalness of spontaneous emotion.

Drunk on errors, for a few moments I stray away from feeling myself live.

I am the size of what I see And not the size of my stature.

Noi non ci realizziamo mai. Siamo due abissi - un pozzo che fissa il cielo.

I have to write, as if I were carrying out a punishment. And the greatest punishment is to know that whatever I write will be futile, flawed and uncertain.

Solo la debilidad extrema de la imaginación justifica que tengamos que desplazarnos para sentir.