Quotes About Introspection

Mrs. Plackett did not believe in letting emotion show. Keep yourself to yourself had always been her motto.

There was, Julia Prescott decided, only the finest razor-edge between depression and despair. Depression had been constant for weeks, familiar, creeping up on her like a prowler in tennis shoes. But despair was the dreaded spectre behind the closed door, springing forth just when you least expected it. ['Through the Eyes of Love']

She stared at him, accepting for the first time the fact that personal tragedy is just that. Personal. Your own existence could fall to pieces but that did not mean that the rest of the world necessarily knew about it, or even bothered.

Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her. The pleasure of being on one's own was not so much spiritual as sensuous, like wearing silk, or swimming without a bathing suit on, or walking along a totally empty beach with the sun on your back. One was restored by solitude. Refreshed.

I feel old and finished. I'm nearly thirty now.

I'm fourteen now, and sometimes I feel I've done nothing except go to school.

already upstairs in her

Soy hija de mí misma. De mi sueño nací. Mi sueño me sostiene.

Adán: ¡Dios mío! Eva: No lo llames. ¿Para qué lo quieres? Adán: Para pedirle que no nos castigue. Eva: ¿Qué más castigo quieres que esta vida ociosa sin perspectivas de progreso ni de cambio sin nada? Adán: Pero éramos tan felices... No nos faltaba nada. Eva: No deséabamos nada, que es distinto. Y no éramos felices. Éramos egoistas y cobardes. La categoría humana no se recibe; se conquista.

Tardó en darse cuenta. ¿Cómo iba a advertir el paso del tiempo si su transcurso no le había dejado nada?

Y Rominka, al arrancarse la costra de sus pecados, lloraba. Porque duele quedar desnudo.

I write because I am poorly adjusted to reality. (The Writer's Kitchen)

A Woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets by Rose- Titanic

Lev,' said Ruby, 'when I was younger, I always told people the things I thought they wanted to hear. But I don't do that anymore. It's a cruel thing to do. So I can't say now that you will be free of it ( grief) and move on, because I just don't know the answer.

I am not in search of friends and confidences. I'm concentrating on being. I live each hour, one by one. My mind is quiet and still. I am no longer waiting for time to pass

The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.

Some men spend their lives looking for ways to punish themselves for having been born.

She said surprisingly, in a voice as thin as a flute: Are you a good man? I like to think so, but her candor stopped me. No, I said, I'm not. I keep trying, when I remember to, but it keeps getting tougher every year. Like trying to chin yourself with one hand. You can practice off and on all your life, and never make it.

dozed off with my consciousness slightly ajar.

the act of looking and being looked at.

I say to myself: Who are you to measure infinite power?

If you want to know where your heart is, follow your mind when it wanders.

Que adiantava eu perguntar se ele se lembrava de uma coisa que ele queria se esquecer? Quem queria se lembrar era eu, que não queria construir nada de novo

On the toilet no one is a star. Remember that and you will go far in life.