Quotes About Self-examination

I have filled 3 Mead notebooks trying to figure out whether it was Them or Just Me.

It's all very confusing. I think I'm very honest and candid, but I'm also proud of how honest and candid I am -- so where does that put me?

I go through a loop in which I notice all the ways I am...self-centered and careerist and not true to standards and values that transcend my own petty interests...but then I countenance the fact here at least here I am worrying about it; so then I feel better about myself...but this soon becomes a vehicle for feeling superior to imagined Others...I think I'm very honest and candid, but I'm also proud of how honest and candid I am--so where does that put me.

My fingers are mated into a mirrored series of what manifests, to me, as the letter X.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.

for the eye sees not itself, but by reflection, by some other things.

I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity Thou dost beguile me!

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 140 But by reflection, by some other things.

When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we simultaneously point three fingers back at ourselves.

I don't have anything to nourish me: I eat myself

I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.

Socrates, after all, said that the unexamined life was not worth living. He might have added, however, that continual self-examination would leave us no time to live.

Minne, pâle comme une nuit de lune, se réchauffe, un peu blessée, à ce feu de couleurs, et parfois, toute nue au soleil, un miroir à la main, cherche en vain, à travers son corps mince, l'ombre plus noire de son squelette élégant.

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.

?????????? ????????: I searched myself.

Calvin remarks that Satan makes us blind to our sins. Satan knows how to ensnare people in all kinds of traps so well that, according to the Genevan, there is scarcely anyone with an adequate conviction of sin.

So he explored, explored within himself, scanning himself with a lamp, as if it were not himself at all but some strange monster that he had been commanded to guard.

Para hablar no tengo la cabeza despejada, si no, le preguntaría qué hay que ver en mí.

Troubled men both, he thinks, Wriothesley and Riche, and alike in some ways, sidling around the peripheries of their own souls, tapping at the walls: oh, what is that hollow sound?

Perhaps all science is merely self-investigation.

Indignation overruled introspection.

The very worst part of you is me.