Quotes About Introspection

But seeing that the mind has wandered is practice.

That's your problem! No list. We are going to fix that now. Make a list of what is important to you. Write down everything that really matters to you.

Leave God out of your mess and go look in the mirror instead.

If a book doesn't make you want to throw it aside and think your own thoughts, what use is it?

The criterion for a book of worth is: does it make you think more, W. says.

And isn't that the only reason to read, W. says: to experience your limits anew? To experience your idiocy?

To err is human; to admit it, superhuman.

Dirmit perched on a huge rock and stared out at the sea, her eyes darting back and forth between the birds and the choppy water. First she took the sea into herself and then she let the sea take her into it. Her heart leapt into her mouth in elation as the sea rose inside her, and shivered in fear as the sea swallowed her up.

I think I'd like to be beautiful and heartless for a while, just to see what it's like.

Even though there were too many feelings, it strikes me that having them all at once, all tangled together, is one of the most interesting things that's ever happened to me.

When people start telling you how to fix things, Isobel, it's best to first make sure those things need fixing.

Dentro de ti hay mucho más de lo que tú conoces. -Christian

Intentas seguir el camino que crees correcto, pero avanzas con un angustioso peso en el corazón...,

Pero si alguna vez tuvo interés en gobernar a los humanos y exigir que lo adorasen como a un dios, hoy, desde luego, prefiere ir a su aire y que lo dejen tranquilo. Es una actitud que soy capaz de comprender porque se parece mucho más a mi propia forma de ser.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. When

All I see, he thought, is a dead body breathing.

If you dig into it, it comes back to you. That's the way war is.

People had long conversations with him, only to realize later that he hadn't spoken.

We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.

Then she stopped on one tree, one that must be dying. The branches were bare, stark, hardly moving in the wind. How was it Iris had never noticed this tree before? Such a delicate web of boughs and knots and air, it made her feel for the bare branches, made her feel she too was a bare branch, all alone in the air, and made her want to possess, to own, the beauty of those branches. But how?

Autumn when the trees shake loose their garments and we bundle in our own.

I always love the way everyone else seems to know what God is thinking. To me, it's more of a mystery.

No one is going to hear what she says whether she speaks or not. Simply she could close her eyes and never speak again. She could suck all of the air in this room-every dust mote, every atom-into her body and hide it inside her…

Behind him there's still the mirror…a bit of infinity, which in its disinterest still holds their reflections safely in it.