Quotes About Introspection

He was all too aware that no matter how handsome you looked, how full of life and energy you were, underneath your skin was a grinning skeleton.

Think about a night like that often enough, you'll ask yourself a lot of questions. Most of them about yourself. The kind of person you are. What you'll do and why and when you'll do it. What you believe in. What you really believe in.

It's a puzzler, and I don't want to sound full of myself, but I may just be the Vyrus messiah." He shakes his head. "I don't know for sure. Have to meditate on that shit some more. Anyhoo.

I really don't have any solutions and I don't like movies that do.

I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.

I'm interested in trying to explore what I think is the truth at a given time in my life, and part of the process of being honest is - in my mind - talking about the idea that you're watching a movie. You're sitting here watching a movie. And I like that. It appeals to me intellectually, and also in a way I can't even explain.

I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to 'make them alive'…but I'm just a fucked up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.

Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong'. Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.

I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

And then my mind made its first earnest effort to comprehend what had been infused into it concerning heaven and hell: and for the first it recoiled baffled; and for the first time glancing behind, on each side, and before it, it saw all round an unfathomed gulf: it felt the one point where it stood the present; all the rest was formless cloud and vacant depth: and it shuddered at the thought of tottering, and plunging amid that chaos.

for it is the pure, *intellectual* soul alone, that can receive delight from solitude.

A man's own judgement should be the final appeal in all that relates to himself. Many men do this or that because someone else thought it right.

If we cease looking, searching, what are we left with? We're left with what's been right there at the center all the time. Underneath all that searching there is distress. There is unease. The minute that we realize that, we see that the point isn't the search, but rather the distress and unease which motivate the search. That's the magic moment—when we realize that searching outside of ourselves is not the way.

we're constantly waking up to what we're about, what we're really doing in our lives. And the fact is, that's painful. But there's no possibility of freedom without this pain.

Daily sitting is our bread and butter, the basic stuff of dharma. Without it we tend to be confused.

there is a circular relationship between our ability to know and love another and our ability to know and love ourselves.

When they were gone, she found her time hung heavy upon her hands...

Lady Bella went up to her apartment, and betook herself to her Books, which supplied the place of all company to her.

our power to conduct our relations with other people depends upon our power of conducting our relations with ourselves. Every

There is no education but self-education.

But first I want your life: - before I die I want to see The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes There is nothing gay or green there for my gathering, it may be, Yet on brown fields there lies A haunting purple bloom: is there not something in grey skies And in grey sea? I want what world there is behind your eyes,

I always lock the door when I creep by daylight.