Quotes About Introspection

When you blame others, you give up your power to change.

Be thoroughly assured of the constancy of your disposition, and the solidity of your motives, before you totally engage in retirement.

The man who kicks up a shindy will probably improve the morals of mankind; he will beyond any question improve his own. In short, I believe getting into hot water. I think it keeps you clean.

Most of our scars are internal.

Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we're forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.

Spring is a lover Summer, a partier Autumn, an artist Winter, a philosopher

Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.

Decorate yourself from the inside out.

Be cautious what tales you tell yourself — you're writing your own autobiography.

Some people never have reflections unless they stand before a mirror.

We must be our own, before we can be another's.

What a gloomy thing not to know the address of one's soul!

Good as is discourse, silence is better, and shames it.

We must have reasons for speech but we need none for silence.

As the truest society approaches always nearer to solitude, so the most excellent speech finally falls into Silence.

If you can't get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud.

Silence is also speech.

To put it bluntly, people who are out of touch with their emotions are out of touch with God, for God speaks to us through the ebb and flow of our emotional lives.

Write something, even if it's just a suicide note.

Always be wary of people who use quotes. I don't know who said that.' - Murdoc Niccals

Es sind die kleinen Dinge, die die Welt vergrößern.

A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.

I can't do anything quickly. I can be spontaneous, but I have to think about it.

Walls shift as the day's warmth rushes out and coolness from the garden flows in to take its place. Couches exhale. In the attic, objects made of suede and velvet stir. Forgotten horsehair mattresses sigh and wonder. Something flutters.