Quotes About Introspection

It's not so much what you learn about Mumbai, it's what you learn about yourself, really. It's a funny old hippie thing, but it's true as well. You find out a lot about yourself and your tolerance, and about your inclusiveness.

To travel is to take a journey into yourself.

I wasn't born a fool. It took work to get this way.

I lay, shamefaced and embarrassed, in my bed. Which is a deeply unusual place for me to feel shamefaced and embarrassed, and anyone who says otherwise is a bloody liar.

I didn't know how to feel. I'd been rebuffed. I hadn't even been trying to buff.

Hello?' said the taxi driver, and I realized that it's all very well having an internal monologue, but it does tend to leave the other person a bit stranded, conversationally.

Working on ourselves is very important, but it's also important that we don't get so caught up in analyzing ourselves that we become the one thing standing in our own way.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Let us not speak of them; but look, and pass on.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

He descubierto que no puedes comenzar a ser detallista con los demás, si primero no te miras hacia adentro. Por lo que, básicamente, desarrollé la capacidad de reírme de mi mismo.

Un bon livre, au contraire, ne cherche pas à vous captiver, il vous fait regarder vers le haut (le ciel sans nuage d'été) tout en plongeant au fond de vous-même.

J'écris à voix haute dans mon coeur.

Sometimes, solitude is worse than hunger.

The wounds we are ashamed of never heal.

He nurtured silence so long That emptiness took hold of him. The man became a dry branch That cracked in the cold.

Before we even understand what repentance is, we're instructed4 to name, out loud, the harm that we have caused.

She is beginning to understand that completion is not so much about reaching perfection as it is making the choice to look away from the material. What was it Khalil used to say when she couldn't finish a paper in college? Be a

She looked at the people around her and felt not just that she was surrounded by strangers, but that she herself was strange, somehow, that something kept her from ever fully bridging the gap between who she was and who all these other people, making their way through the very same day, were.

No, solitude did not trouble her. She could spend long minutes gazing out the window, hours listening to the BBC on the public radio station. She relished the very texture of her privacy, its depth of space and freedom, much of an entire day hers alone.

It was the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.

the comfort of knowing that she was not quite so strange, that there were other people who found delight in private challenges and quiet lives. People who lived in their thoughts as much as in the real, physical world.

She is shaking, nearly dizzy, alarmed by her own cruelty. It is the first time she has ever felt within herself something so awful - this enormous capacity for betrayal.

Trapped within the confines of his mind, he is too aware of every thought passing through it, as if he were outside, looking in. At night he often lies awake ruminating endlessly about what's wrong with him, about death, and about the meaning of existence itself. At times his arms and legs feel like they don't belong with his body. But most of the time, his mind feels like it is operating apart from the body that contains it.