Quotes About Self-examination

We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts.

But perhaps Rank is right and humility is an atonement for your great inner pride and knowingness about your self!

I am in a fever of ruthless honesty. Anaïs

Am I hypnotized, fascinated by evil because I have none in me? Or is there in me the greatest evil?

I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't like what I saw.

each person must acknowledge the sins of which he himself is guilty.

Why should we live in relationship to ourselves rather than merely as ourselves?

His eyes had the ebb of his liver in them and he bore the air of a man who looks right at you and only sees the last of himself.

I stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.

Jack] checked his watch, then returned to studying her back. damn if she didn't have a nice back, too - smooth, unblemished skin, nicely shaped vertebrae- He pulled himself up short. Nicely shaped vertebrae? Was he going insane?

your judgement judges you and defines you

He meditated on his weakness.

For to be fully conscious of oneself as an individual is also to be separated from all else.

?i dac? totu?i, pân' la urm?, natura pe ea îns??i se scruteaz??

Ma cosa è mai l'uomo, per poter lagnarsi di se stesso?

No nation attains the power of judgement until it can sit in judgement on itself.

A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself.

When people point fingers at someone else, they should remember that three fingers are pointing back at them.

we cannot aspire to Him in earnest until we have begun to be displeased with ourselves. For

For we always seem to ourselves righteous and upright and wise and holy—this pride is innate in all of us—unless by clear proofs we stand convinced of our own unrighteousness, foulness, folly, and impurity.

For (such is our innate pride) we always seem to ourselves just, and upright, and wise, and holy, until we are convinced, by clear evidence, of our injustice, vileness, folly, and impurity.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

The trouble is that no devastating or redeeming fires have ever burnt in my life.... My life began by flickering out.

Must I tell the story of my life again?