Quotes About Introspectiveness

I see myself out of my own eyes, which means I have no idea what's going on the other way around. I just think I try to be a good person, and I fail.

We always look behind, through, and beyond ourselves, never within.

In the history of the individual is always an account of his condition, and he knows himself to be a party to his present estate.

I think I'm a homebody. I don't talk to anyone. I sit at home, and no one asks me questions or I'm talking about goat noises.

I'm my own biggest critic. I'm the one who has to go home and look at myself in the mirror.

Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn't show up.

What happened to Kafka is the same as what happened to me. He withdrew, he went too far into solitude and knew he must have known, you never come back from there.

what happened (to Kafka) is the same as what happened to me: he withdrew he went too far into solitude and knew — he must've known — you never come back from there

Soledad es no saber estar consigo mismo.»

I was examining my thoughts. I saw they had other forms. I was measuring my emotions. I found their close borders. I was testing my bodily movements. I determined their simple significance. I was losing my benevolence. I have no more concentration. Those who guess will guess. I have nothing left to guess.

I played point guard in the past and I know myself.

I don't like to compare myself with anybody.

I feel like I have a kind of mirror blindness where it's hard for me to characterize or analyze my own work. I suspect I'm not unique in this regard.

Silence is the only conduct truly befitting a solipsist, the only one, however, that he cannot bring himself to adopt.

My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph.

Edna looked straight before her with a self-absorbed expression upon her face. She felt no interest in anything about her. The street, the children, the fruit vender, the flowers growing there under her eyes, were all part and parcel of an alien world which had suddenly become antagonistic.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.

But this is altogether a mark of the most common sort of men, for it is in your power whenever you choose to retire into yourself.

Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much, The self-sufficing power of solitude.

Do not take someone's silence as his pride, perhaps he is busy fighting with his self