Quotes About Introspection

I begin because I don't have the strength to think; I finish because I don't have the courage to quit. This book is my cowardice.

Es necesario cierto coraje intelectual para que un individuo reconozca valerosamente que no pasa de ser un harapo humano, aborto superviviente, loco todavía fuera de las fronteras de la internabilidad;

Que tens tu que te ligue à vida?

Only when night comes do I feel, if not happiness, at least some kind of repose which I experience as contentment

amar é cansar-se de estar só: uma cobardia.

Porque no vayáis a creer que escribo para publicar, ni para escribir, ni siquiera por hacer arte. Escribo porque ese es el fin, la perfección suprema, la perfección temperamentalmente ilógica [...] de mi cultivo de estados del alma.

I've witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all that I wanted to be.

How is it that I have advanced only to become what I already was? How could I know myself today when I did not yesterday?

I, who have eyes that are only for seeing, See an absence of meaning in all things.

I have to choose what I detest - either dreaming, which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together.

Privirea mea albastr? ca bolta cerului E calm? ca apele însorite. Chiar aÈ™a este, albastr? È™i calm?, Cum nici nu întreab? È™i nici nu se mir?... Dac? eu m-aÈ™ întreba È™i m-aÈ™ minuna Nu s-ar mai ivi pe câmpuri flori noi ?i nici nu s-ar schimba ceva în soare ca s? devin? astfel È™i mai mândru.

The more I meditate on our capacity for self-deception, the more my certainties crumble, slipping through my fingers as fine sand. And when this meditation becomes a feeling that clouds my mind, then the whole world appears to me as a mist made of shadows, a twilight of edges and corners, a fiction of the interlude,* a dawn that never becomes morning.

It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.

Hissetmek- ne renktir acaba?

No he hecho más que soñar. Ése ha sido y sigue siendo, incluso, el sentido de mi vida. Nunca he tenido otra preocupación verdadera que no fuese mi vida interior. Los mayores dolores de mi vida se desvanecen cuando, al abrir la ventana hacia la calle de mis sueños, consigo enajenarme en la visión de su movimiento.

I feel this because I feel nothing. I think this because this is nothing. Nothing, nothing, part of the night and the silence and what I share with them of vacancy, of negativity, of in-betweenness, a gap between me and myself, something forgotten by some god or other … 442

Fernando Pessoa

Note that the art of dreaming is not the art of directing our dreams. To direct is to act. The true dreamer surrenders to himself, is possessed by himself.

I'm two people who mutually keep their distance — Siamese twins living separate lives.

O que devera humilhar-me é a minha bandeira, que desfraldo; e o riso com que deveria rir de mim, é um clarim com que saúdo e gero uma alvorada em que me faço.

I was shipwrecked beneath a stormless sky in a sea shallow enough to stand up in.

When it comes to dreams, I'm no different from the errand boy and the seamstress. The only thing that distinguishes me from them is that I can write. Yes, that's an activity, a real fact about myself that distinguishes me from them. But in my soul I'm just the same.

Abdicate from life in order not to abdicate from yourself.

Încep s? m? cunosc.Eu nu exist. Sunt intervalul dintre ceea ce doresc s? fiu ÅŸi ceea ce au f?cut alÅ£ii din mine, Sau jum?tatea acestui interval,c?ci mai exist? ÅŸi via??... Asta sunt,în sfârÅŸit... Stinge lumina,închide uÅŸa,f? cumva s? nu se mai aud? târâÅŸitul papucilor pe coridor, S? pot r?mâne singur în camer? ÅŸi s?-mi tihneasc? bine de mine însumi. E un univers ieftin.