Quotes About Introspection

personal confusion, search, and self-interrogation are more important than any answers could ever be.

There were times when Pizlo knew he thought too much, and other times when he thought he knew too much. This time was neither of those.

One never knows, do one?

I was an only child-- and so I became an only man." Joshua Bigg The Tenth Commandment

I'm inhibited, isolated, haunted, unknown. However, I haven't compromised myself. And although I lie a good deal, it's mostly whimsical. I'm not living a lie, like the vindicator.

I've always looked for the perfect life to step into. I've taken all the paths to get where I wanted.But no matter where I go, I still come home me.

When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself.

I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.

Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.

Sometimes we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.

Sleeping people are so remote.... Right here, but out of communication. That's what strikes humans as uncanny about sleep. Its utter privacy. The sleeper turns his back on everyone.

When I was young, I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. or wonder who, after all, you are.

as they are never more at home with their own hearts while so occupied. —Nathaniel

It has not been the fashion to be scientific about religion, but it is necessary that we should be scientific; it is time that we examined ourselves as to our faith and tried to know what we believe and why, and on what we base our belief.

The ability to know one's limitations, to recognize the bounds of one's own comprehension—this is a kind of knowing that approaches wisdom.

She glanced over abstractedly, still keeping company with her most recent thought.

In some ways I think every wrong turn I was to make . . . could be traced to moments of inaction, moments when I noticed things unfolding wrongly and failed to query or object.

He spoke slowly; I had a sense he was groping between words for the thread of his own thoughts.

If her mind has a glittery radiance, mine is dark and loamy, preternaturally attuned to sorrow.

She couldn't be sure that everything she knew about herself was portable.

"I beseech ye in the bowels of Christ, think that ye may be mistaken." I should like to have that written over the portals of every church, every school, and every courthouse, and, may I say, of every legislative body in the United States. I should like to have every court begin, "I beseech ye in the bowels of Christ, think that we may be mistaken."

Here I am an old man in a long nightgown making muffled noises at people who may be no worse than I am.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself.

If you want to move beyond hive-docility, you must become God the Moralist.