Quotes About Introspective

When I surprise myself at the mirror I am not frightened because I think I am ugly or beautiful. It is because I discover I am of a different nature. After not having seen myself for a while I almost forget I am human, I forget my past and I am as free from end and awareness as something merely alive. I am also surprised, eyes open pale at the mirror, that there are so many things in me besides what I know, so many things always silent.

She had what's known as inner life and didn't know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails. When she went to work she looked like a gentle lunatic because as the bus went along she daydreamed in loud and dazzling dreams.

El día que el ser humano se hizo una pregunta sobre sí mismo, entonces se convirtió en el más ininteligible de los seres por donde circulaba la sangre.

Avísenme si empiezo a convertirme en demasiado yo misma»

Porque o formalismo não tem ferido a minha simplicidade, e sim o meu orgulho, pois é pelo, orgulho de ter nascido que me sinto tão íntima do mundo, mas este mundo que eu ainda extraí de mim um grito mudo.

Só agora sei que eu já tinha tudo, embora do modo contrário: eu me dedicava a cada detalhe do não. Detalhadamente não sendo, eu me provava que – que eu era.

Don't you think there's a sinister emptiness in everything? Yes, there is. While we wait for the heart to understand.

I, neutral cockroach body, I with a life that at last is not eluding me because I finally see it outside of myself -- I am the cockroach, I am my leg, I am my hair, I am the section of brightest light on the wall plaster -- I am every Hellish piece of myself -- life is so pervasive in me that if they divide me in pieces like a lizard, the pieces will keep on shaking and writhing.

Ser un solitario es algo constitutivo, una forma de ser, algo que no suele cambiar con el paso del tiempo ni con que se llene la casa de gente.

You 're too sufficient by yourself...too inside yourself

AÈ™a-i de când lumea, c? cine se introspecteaz? prea mult, acela nu mai e de acord nici cu sine însuÈ™i, în cele din urm?, iar cine nu-i de acord cu sine însuÈ™i, acela nu-i capabil s? ia o hot?râre.

Alone, she read herself into the "middle of a world", like "shutting the doors of a Cathedral". She took long solitary walks, in all weathers, talking to herself and reciting, "very lively in my head..

Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

Am fost întotdeauna un singuratic. Mi-am purtat singur?tatea prin mul?imea de oameni, a?a cum î?i poart? melcul casa în spinare. La unii, singur?tatea nu e o stare în care au ajuns printr-o întâmplare a vie?ii, ci o tr?s?tur? fundamental?.

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.

She longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

perhaps we have never been more than vocal and perhaps soon we can hope to be no more than thoughtful...

She stuck her tongue in her cheek, thinking.

I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.

I'm not a very verbal person.

'Kiss Land' wasn't about what people wanted to hear on the radio. It was the state of mind I was in - introverted, like David Cronenberg's 'Naked Lunch.' You didn't know if you were hearing a chorus or a verse. It was just my thoughts.

It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it. I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not Mine.

Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

Now I think of no one anymore. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.