Quotes About Introspection

Eis-me aqui! O que há para mim senão vacuidade No mundo (...), o que me destinastes? O vazio? O silêncio? A escuridão? Desses-me o instinto deles, não a plena Torturação da luz.

To find one's personality by losing it — faith itself subscribes to that sense of destiny.

Se me ocurre que pensar, sentir, querer, también pueden ser estancamientos ante un pensar más íntimo, un sentir más mío, una voluntad perdida en alguna parte del laberinto de lo que realmente soy.

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial

Caminhamos sobre abismos Ai de quem o sente. A noite, uma noite funda Cerca-nos, ai de quem conhece Como ela é funda, como é inescrutável. Pulsam-me as veias Alucinadamente e um terror novo Obtém-me, o terror de mim mesmo.

Cultiv oroarea mea fa?? de acÅ£iune ca pe o plant? de ser?.M? felicit pe mine însumi pentru disidenÅ£a mea fa?? de via??.

Vendo passar amantes Nem propriamente inveja ou ódio sinto, Mas um rancor e uma aversão imensa Ao universo inteiro, por cobri-los.

esa proximidad al objeto que reside en las sensaciones carnales (el tacto, el gusto o el olfato) esculpen al encuentro de la conciencia; poder restituir de la visión interior, del olvido del sueño

La vida es lo que hacemos de ella. Los viajes son los viajeros. Lo que vemos no es lo que vemos sino lo que somos.

a disdain full of disgust for those who don't realize that the only reality is each man's soul, and that everything else - the exterior world and other people - is but an unaesthetic nightmare

I wonder if a man meditating slowly inside a fast-moving car is moving fast or slowly.

I am not a pessimist, I am merely sad.

In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

E eu tenho do alto orgulho a timidez E sinto horror a abrir o ser a alguém, A confiar n'alguém. Horror eu sinto A que prescrute alguém, ou levemente Ou não, quaisquer recantos do meu ser.

Për njeriun e zakonshëm me ndie domethanë me jetue, e me mendue domethanë me dijtë me jetue. Për mue, me mendue asht me jetue, e me ndie s'asht veçse ushqimi i të menduemit.

Most men spontaneously live a fictitious, alien life. Most people are other people, said Oscar Wilde, and he was quite right.

I feel so isolated that I'm aware of the distance between me and my suit.

Nu m? apas? cu nimic ÅŸi nici nu are cum s? dureze în mine grija fa?? de ora prezent?.Sunt înfometat de extinderea timpului ÅŸi vreau s? fiu eu necondiÅ£ionat.

A happy past in whose remembrance I would also be happy, with nothing in the present that would cheer or even interest me, with no dream or possibility of a future that could be any different from this present or have a past other than this past! – here lies my life, a conscious ghost of a paradise I never knew, a stillborn corpse of my unrealized hopes.

El gozo de ser comprendido no puede disfrutarlo quien quiere ser comprendido, porque eso sólo les sucede a los complejos y a los incomprendidos; y los demás, los sencillos, los que pueden ser comprendidos por los demás, ésos nunca sienten el deseo de ser comprendidos.

When I put away my artifices and lovingly arrange in a corner all my toys, words, images and phrases, so dear to me I feel like kissing them, then I become so small and innocuous, so alone in a room so large and sad, so profoundly sad!

And, along with all the other great unfortunates, I've always believed it better to think than to live.

We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence.

I am beginning to be conscious of being conscious.