Quotes About Introspection

I'm bonkers, aren't I? I ask with my mouth full. You're unhappy, says Mr. Fernandez. It can be the same thing. You are unhappy because you believe in such a thing as happy.

Thoughts of leaving will move in, bivouac throughout the living room; they will have eyes like rodents and peer out at you from under the sofa, in the dark, from under the sink, luminous glass beads positioned in twos.

Life was long enough so that you can keep relearning things. Think and feel and realize again what you used to know.

There were about thirty-five people, all of them middle-aged, with the academic's strange mixed expression of merriment and weariness. "A cross between flirtation and a fender bender," Martin had described it once.

Like everyone he knew, he could discern the hollowness in people's charm only when it was directed at someone other than himself. When it was directed at him, the person just seemed so totally nice.

I'm a solitary sort, I get chaffed by too many elbows.

That is morality,I make myself imagine that it is personal.

no one is more truly themselves than when they are sick or injured. That's when the qualities come out.

Socrates stared abjectly at his right foot, which it had become too much of an ordeal to move. He summoned up an effort of will which, to his consternation, moved one of his forefingers. He tried to make the effort of will to stop it, but could not make the effort of will to make the effort of will. Locked into an infinite regress of incapacity, he stood absolutely still and retreated into the kaleidoscope of unconnected images behind his eyes. One of the nuns wiped a tear from his face

It seems that age folds the heart in on itself.

T? ir mana mor?le. Es piespiežu sevi iedom?ties, ka tas attiecas uz mani person?gi.

There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time, and certainly most of us were more amusing when we were young. It seems that age folds the heart in on itself. Some of us walk detached, dreaming on the past, and some of us realize that we have lost the trick of standing in the sun.

Don't give in to him at all. Deny yourself. Because then your eyes will not be clouded by a madness that you cannot control, and then you will be able to learn to see him as he is.

I am ashamed. I play a diminished chord because I am diminished.

Não é porque ela fosse feia, não, ela poderia mesmo ser considerada bonita, como tantas outras, mas era tão prudente, tão desconfiada que parava à margem da sua beleza, como à margem da vida.

Voltei só para mim mesmo, muito contente de ser ainda mais infeliz do que fora, porque trouxera para a minha solidão uma nova forma de angústia e qualquer coisa que se parecia a sentimento verdadeiro.

I had always suspected myself of being almost purposeless, of not really having any single serious reason for existing. Now I was convinced, in the face of the facts themselves, of my personal emptiness.

Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen

Most men never discover what they've got inside. A man has to face up to trouble before he knows.

Not that folks disliked me or that I ever went around being mean, but folks never did get close to me and it was most likely my fault. There was always something standoffish about me. I liked folks, but I liked the wild animals, the lonely trails, and the mountains better.

You never learn anything when you're talkin', boy, only when you're listenin'.

off the leaves and straightened my clothes, wishing there was

In reliving the old days and replaying the old games, he avoided a hard look at whatever future might lay ahead of him.

I know. But now I don't