Quotes About Introspection

that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?

I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse…I am like one who died young. All my life might have been.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.

How could I, a poor dazed village lad, avoid that wonderful inconsistency into which the best and wisest of men fall every day?

The terrors that had assailed me whenever Mrs. Joe had gone near the pantry, or out of the room, were only to be equalled by the remorse with which my mind dwelt on what my hands had done.

There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from anything save dull endurance any more.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I

Un fapt curios, vrednic s? meditezi asupr?-i, e acela c? fiecare f?ptur? omeneasc? a fost astfel alc?tuit? încât s? prezinte o tain? adânc? ?i un mister pentru orice alt? f?ptur?.

Heavens knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

It is the same with all these new countries and wonderful sights. They are very beautiful, and they astonish me, but I am not collected enough—not familiar enough with myself, if you can quite understand what I mean—to have all the pleasure in them that I might have. What I knew before them, blends with them, too, so curiously.

My state of mind regarding the pilfering from which I had been so unexpectedly exonerated did not impel me to frank disclosure; but I hope it had some dregs of good at the bottom of it.

every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To

For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now, a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years, but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall. He was not alone, but sat

She indulged in melancholy, that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries...

I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives.

When the voice stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring

The more he thought, the more perplexed he was; and, the more he endeavoured not to think, the more he thought.

wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration,

karars?zl?klar içinde bocalayarak ne anlat?lmaz i?kenceler çektim, Ulu Tanr?m! Aylarca her ak?am kendi sorular?m?, "Hay?r," diye yan?tlad?m; gene de ertesi sabah kendi kendime ayn? konuyu tazeleyip ayn? sorular? sormaktan kendimi alamad?m.

man who reviews his own life, as I do mine, in going on here, from page to page, had need to have been a good man indeed, if he would be spared the sharp consciousness of many talents neglected, many opportunities wasted, many erratic and perverted feelings constantly at war within his breast, and defeating him.

cada uno de los seres humanos es un profundo secreto para los demás.