Quotes About Introspection

To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I've shaped my life

Ik had een zeker talent voor vriendschap, maar ik heb nooit vrienden gehad, ofwel omdat ze er niet waren, ofwel omdat de vriendschap die mij voor ogen stond een fout van mijn dromen was.

Que farei eu com esta espada?

We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness. —Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet . (Penguin Classics, 2002)

Özgürlük, yaln?z kalabilmeye denir. Ä°nsanlardan uzaklaÅŸabiliyorsan, onlara hiçbir muhtaçl???n, paraya ihtiyac?n, sürüye uyma içgüdün, aÅŸka, ÅŸana ÅŸöhrete hevesin ya da merak?n yoksa özgürsündür, bunlar?n hepsi sadece yaln?zl?ktan ve sessizlikten beslenir. Yaln?z yaÅŸayam?yorsan, doÄŸuÅŸtan kölesin demektir.

M? întind cât sunt eu de lung în iarba p?mântului Åži uit tot ce alÅ£ii m-au înv??at. Înv???tura nu mi-a Å£inut niciodat? nici de cald,nici de frig. Cele despre care mi s-a spus c? exist? nu au modificat vreodat? forma care sunt. Ceea ce am fost înv??at s? v?d nu a atins niciodat? ochii mei.

If men knew how to meditate on the mystery of life, if they knew how to feel the thousand complexities which spy on the soul in every single detail of action, they would never act – they wouldn't even live. They would kill themselves from fright, like those who commit suicide to avoid being guillotined the next day.

Një njeri, në zotëroftë dijen e vërtetë mund ta shijojë krejt spektaklin e botës ulun mbi një karrige, pa ditë me lexue, pa folë me askënd, veç me anë të përdorimit të shqisave dhe faktit që shpirti të mos dijë me qenë i trishtë.

Não sei que grande tristeza Me fez só gostar de ti Quando já tinha a certeza De te amar porque te vi.

Özgür doÄŸduÄŸun, kendi kendine yetebilen, insanlardan uzak durabilen biri olduÄŸun halde, zavall?n?n teki olduÄŸun için insanlarla ya??yorsan, yaz?klar olsun sana. Ä°ÅŸte bu, nereye gidersen git, kendinde birlikte ta??yaca??n trajedindir.

To externalize impressions is more a way of persuading ourselves that we have them rather than actually having them.

Nu ÅŸtiu ce înseamn? s? m? cunosc.Nu m? v?d pe dinl?untru.Nu cred c? eu exist undeva înd?r?tul meu.

To realize that who we are is not ours to know, that what we think or feel is always a translation, that what we want is not what we wanted, nor perhaps what anyone wanted – to realize all this at every moment, to feel all this in every feeling – isn't this to be foreign in one's own soul, exiled in one's own sensations?

I don't know why, but I'm troubled by this objective network of wide and narrow streets, this succession of street lamps, trees, lighted and dark windows, opened and closed gates – heterogeneously nocturnal shapes which my near-sightedness makes even hazier, until they become subjectively monstrous, unintelligible and unreal.

Shpirti im është një orkestër e mistershme; nuk e di cilat vegla luan dhe fryn brenda meje: korda dhe harpa, lodra dhe daulle. E njoh veten si simfoni.

Why should I care that no one reads what I write? I write to forget about life, and I publish because that's one of the rules of the game.

V?d absenÅ£a semnificaÅ£iei din toate lucrurile. V?d asta ÅŸi m? iubesc,c?ci a fi un lucru înseamn? a nu semnifica nimic. A fi un lucru înseamn? a nu fi susceptibil de interpretare.

The value of art is that it takes us away from here.

Fernando Pessoa

Apenas é compreensível que se peça conselhos aos outros para saber bem, ao agir ao contrário, que somos bem nós, bem em desacordo com a Outragem.

To be that with a certain knowledge, neither happy nor sad, but thankful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their remoteness. To be nothing more, to have nothing more, to desire nothing further... The music of the starving beggar, the song of the blind man, the relic of the unknown vagabond, the hoof-prints in the desert of an unladen camel without a point of arrival".

Ä°nsan sürekli olarak soyutluÄŸun içinde yaÅŸay?nca –ister düÅŸüncenin, ister düÅŸünülmüÅŸ duygunun soyutluÄŸu olsun– çok geçmeden, hissettiÄŸinin ya da istediÄŸinin aksine, doÄŸam?z gereÄŸi en kolay alg?layabileceÄŸimiz gerçek hayata ait ÅŸeylerin bile hayalete dönüÅŸtüÄŸünü görüyor.

O luar através dos altos ramos, Dizem os poetas todos que ele é mais Que o luar através dos altos ramos.   Mas para mim, que não sei o que penso, O que o luar através dos altos ramos É, além de ser O luar através dos altos ramos, É não ser mais Que o luar através dos altos ramos.