Quotes About Introspectiveness

It was an interesting face, no question about it. The mirror was just dark enough so that he seemed to be seeing a stranger rather than himself. Completely objective, he looked at the face in the glass and began to study it so intently that he was almost surprised to see its expression change under his gaze to one of searching concern.

Vigny, more secret,As if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

I'm ill qualified to recommend myself to strangers. Mr. Darcy

she was now in great danger of suffering from intellectual solitude.

the other's self, that enormous hulking thing each possessed, that a self of course is not inconsequential. p124

She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don't come out.

It is not altogether shyness that now makes me unsuccessful in company. Sometimes it is a state of mind that is three parts meditation, that will not free the thoughts until their attendant trains are prepared to follow them.

My work is purely autobiographical... It is about myself and my surroundings.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

La timidez es una condición extraña del alma, una categoría, una dimensión que se abre hacia la soledad.

We must learn to be alone in the midst of whatever denies us useful solitude.

Self-awareness is our capacity to stand apart from ourselves and examine our thinking, our motives, our history, our scripts, our actions, and our habits and tendencies.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude.

I owe everything that I have done to the fact that I am very much at ease being alone.

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.

I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings.

Some looked at him as they passed, at the man sitting quietly behind the wheel of a small car, with his invisible life ravelled out about him like a wornout sock.

I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside of me.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own

I'm not close to people, I am close to myself. I spend a lot of time inside.

I have given up reading books; I find it takes my mind off myself.

My 'aloneness' is extremely valuable to me.