Quotes About Introspection

The Master said, "When you meet persons of exceptional character think to stand shoulder to shoulder with them; meeting persons of little character, look inward and examine yourself.

To know oneself is the beginning of wisdom.

We have two lives; the second begins when we realize we only have one.

The Master said, "In strolling in the company of just two other persons, I am bound to find a teacher. Identifying their strengths, I follow them, and identifying their weaknesses, I reform myself accordingly.

Practicing archery is like practicing to be a Gentleman. When you miss the bulls-eye, you look for the error in yourself.

The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound of her voice: "Can you think of any reason why I should not stay?" A thousand. None of them good enough.

Three o'clock's when every doubt and regret and guilty thought bubbles up out of your subconscious to plague you. 'The dark night of the soul,' F. Scott Fitzgerald called it.

No, no me gusta el trabajo. perezoso y pensar en las bellas cosas que pueden hacerse. No me gusta el trabajo, a ningún hombre le gusta, pero me gusta lo que hay en el trabajo, la ocasión de encontrarse a sí mismo. La propia realidad, eso que sólo uno conoce y no los demás, que ningún otro hombre pue de conocer. Ellos sólo pueden ver el espectáculo, y nunca pueden decir lo que realmente significa.

also want to deal with what emotional maturity really entails, and everything else about your emotions you should have learned when

Surely I am me. There must be a me more than the beauty of my face, there must be a something other than the delicacy of skin and the accidental lines of my jaw and cheekbone. What have men loved if it wasn't me? Can I ever find out who I am or what I am if I don't let beauty perish and live on in whatever flesh age gives me?

He looked at his dry old hand and it seemed to him that in this atmosphere, he had himself become more reptilian than human. "I am caught by the dry, drab enturtlement of old, old age," he murmured, but the voice was weak and the robots did not hear him.

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you.

He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.

If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.

If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?

I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.

It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong. And that is something I don't want to be wrong about.

Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?