Quotes About Introspection

I've been at some pains to tell you about myself because among other reasons I think we should know who our enemies are. I've known people to spend their lives nursing a hatred of phantoms and they were not happy people.

On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didnt. I dont blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does.

It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he don't want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there.

Things will be better when everybody's gone. They will? Sure they will. Better for who? Everybody.

When he woke in the woods in

No one spoke. There was none to curse and none to pray, we just watched.

If you pursue this road that you've embarked upon, you will eventually come to moral decisions that will take you completely by surprise

The whole affair calls up images you'd rather not entertain. Her great hummocky fundament wobbling away down the street like a sack of cats headed for the river.

Where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?

It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong. And that is somethin I dont want to be wrong about.

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.

It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so.

He knew that he should wonder what was to become of him.

Yet the captain inhabited another space and it was a space of his own election and outside the common world of men.

He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them and therefore to know it one must look there and come to know those hearts and to do this one must live with men and not simply pass among them.

He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake.

My life is ghastly

it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.

All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind. And that reality into which we inquire must first contain ourselves. And what are we? Ten percent biology and ninety percent nightrumor.

I was a Mormon. Then I converted to the church. Then I became I dont know what. Then I became me.

He probably doesnt get it that if you scratch from the menu everything that's hard to swallow it's going to make for a pretty lean lunch.

Pues la hostilidad del mundo le resultaba ahora nuevamente manifiesta y tan fría como debe de serlo para todo aquel que ya no tiene para combatirla otra cosa que sí mismo.

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly