Quotes About Introspection

Ormus liked to compose his own songs up on the flat roof of the apartment block, and spent eternities up there, lost within himself, searching for the points at which his inner life intersected the life of the greater world outside, and calling those points of intersection songs.

Most interesting things in our lives happens in our absence

Zaman?n h?zland?r?lm?? ak??? kar??s?nda kendimi yavaÅŸlatmay? amaçl?yordum boÅŸu boÅŸuna.

The self was both its origins and its journey.

We walk unknowing amid the shadows of our past and, forgetting our history, are ignorant of ourselves.

When thought becomes excessively painful, action is the finest remedy.

Most of what matters in your life takes place in your absence.

Unashamed, accustomed to solitude, he began to enjoy his near-invisibility. From his position at the edge of the school around him, he took vicarious pleasure in the activities of those around him, silently celebrating the rise or fall of this or that playground emperor, or the examination failures of particularly unappetizing class-fellows: the delights of the spectator.

Civilsation is the sleight of hand that conceals our natures from ourselves.

the desperation of a mind unable to discipline itself and descending, therefore, into the carnivalesque. A mind imprisoned by itself, serving a life sentence.

We, for our own part, simply call ourselves we. We are the creature that tells itself stories to understand what sort of creature it is.

He was already beginning to understand that what was wrong with his writing was that there was something wrong, something misconceived, about him. If he hadn't become the writer he thought he had it in him to be, it was because he didn't know who he was. And slowly, from his ignominious place at the bottom of the literary barrel, he began to understand who that person might be. He was a migrant. He was one of those who had ended up in a place that was not the place where he began.

A maior parte das coisas que importam na nossa vida acontece na nossa ausência.

Een man hoeft slechts zijn intellectuele tienertijd te bereiken, of hij gaat vermoeden dat het leven geen klucht is; dat het zelfs geen elegant blijspel is; dat het integendeel bloeit en vrucht draagt uit de onpeilbare tragische diepten van wezenlijk gebrek waarin de wortels steken van wie het leeft.

Mie ar trebui s? îmi fie ruÈ™ine, îl inform? el pe un porumbel cocoÈ›at pe marginea ferestrei. Stau aici, f?când ceea ce critic, cu gândurile Dumnezeu È™tie unde, tr?ind prea mult în imaginaÈ›ie.

Even great Bellow, he saw in the Times, had been unclear on the question of the heart, and had asked on his deathbed: "Was I a man, or was I a jerk?

I had learned that secrets were not always a bad thing.

Sometimes he thinks the walls are throbbing, as if the water-stained concrete has developed a tic, and then he allows himself to close his eyelids which are as heavy as iron shields, so that he can tell himself who he is.

Kalbin hatalar?ndan birinin ne büyük ahmakl?k olduÄŸu anla??ld???nda, kendimizi aptal gibi hissederiz ve yak?nlar?m?za, sevdiklerimize bizi neden vakitlice kendimizden kurtarmad?klar?n? sorar?z. Ancak bu, aram?za kimsenin giremeyeceÄŸi bir düÅŸmand?r.

When you're five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain. It's the Western Way of Enlightenment. You begin to cram your fists into your mouth to stifle the screams. You bleed on the inside.

Her thoughts, loosen by solitude, often burst these days through her unconscious lips; and often contradict one another (...)

nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.

I have been a swallower of lives; and to know me, just the one of me, you'll have to swallow the lot as well.

At the beginning of all love there is a private treaty each of the lovers makes with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right.