Quotes About Introspection

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." ~ Poirot

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.

One must make one's own mistakes

You are the patient one, Mademoiselle,' said Poirot to Miss Debenham. She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What else can one do?' You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.' That implies a detached attitude. I think my attitude is more selfish. I have learned to save myself useless emotion.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.

Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot

Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong.

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's.

As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.

One's own troubles sharpen one's eyes sometimes.

That's where all the trouble in life comes from. Thinking.

I dare say it is good for one now and again to realize what an idiot one can be! But no one relishes the process.

To see ourselves as others see us!

those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.

He was at the stage of a meal when one becomes philosophic.

I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of my existence was insupportable.

It was not until I was over twenty that I realised that my home standard had been unusually high and that actually I was quite as quick or quicker than the average. Inarticulate I shall always be. It is probably one of the causes that have made made me a writer.

If you hadn't anything worth saying why go chattering all the time?

With a shock Iris realized suddenly that it was the first time in her life she had ever thought about Rosemary. Thought about her, that is, objectively, as a person. She had always accepted Rosemary without thinking about her. You didn't think about your mother or your father or your sister or your aunt. They just existed, unquestioned, in those relationships. You didn't think about them as people. You didn't ask yourself, even, what they were like.

If you look into somebody's soul by accident, you feel a bit embarrassed about cashing in.

He did not know- he simply did not know. But he felt he ought to know.