Quotes about Introspection
Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!'' It seems to me
— Viktor E. Frankl
There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Man's main concern is not to gain pleasure or to avoid pain but rather to see a meaning in his life. That is why man is ever ready to suffer, on the condition, to be sure, that his suffering has a meaning.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Live as if you living for the second time and had acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now.
— Viktor E. Frankl
To have a good conscience can never be the basis of a morally good existence; it is, rather, the result.
— Viktor E. Frankl
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
— Virginia Woolf
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
— Virginia Woolf
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
— Virginia Woolf
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
— Virginia Woolf
Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.
— Virginia Woolf
who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
— Virginia Woolf
I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say "This is it"? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it — that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
— Virginia Woolf