Quotes About Introspection

Are we really ever completely our own person or have we been conditioned in ways beyond our own imagination?

More than anything else, prayer enables you to see your own heart and brings you into alignment with God's heart.

Teaching at best beckons us to morality, but it is not in itself efficacious. Teaching is like a mirror. It can show you if your face is dirty, but the mirror will not wash your face.

Doar printr-un raÈ›ionament superficial putem deduce c? întrucât am avut parte de dezam?gire din cauza suferinÈ›ei È™i a visurilor împlinite, viaÈ›a noastr? este goal? È™i lipsit? de sens.

Why are we so eager to prove to the world that we are the best at what we do and care not for why or who we are? How

if you are reading this and you really believe that you're perfect, there's only one solution to that predicament: you need to get married. If you are married, then you need to start listening!

Isn't it amazing that we can go through life holding passionately to our views, yet never pausing to ask ourselves why that view is inviolable?

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

Are you happy?

Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.

Dad, said Will, his voice very faint. Are you a good person? To you and your mother, yes, I try. But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime, Will. I know everything worth knowing about myself- And, adding it all up...? The sum? As they come and go, and I mostly sit very still and tight, yes, I'm all right.

holding a book but reading the empty spaces.

Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.

But no man's a hero to himself.

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

We never sit anything out. We are cups, quietly and constantly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

I'd like to know what a place is like when I'm not there . I'd like to be sure .

This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while.