Quotes About Introspection

Maybe instead of worrying about Shelly's marriage, she should examine her own.

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In a world where one can be anything, sometimes the hardest thing to be is yourself.

nobody really knows how anybody else feels - you may think you are feeling as a woman, or as a man, but you may simply be feeling as yourself.

He was not yet old enough to be able to grade his own misfortunes: it is one of the maturer accomplishments.

depressive realism. Depression is not the near death experience described by so many, [Kayla Dunn] suggests, but a rebirth in which the new psyche has removed self-delusion. Compared with so-called healthy individuals, depressives are more realistic in their worldview.

131: My heart is not proud, G. I am never haughty. Except maybe now, when I'm explaining how very humble I am.

In his own way each man must struggle, lest the moral law become a far-off abstraction utterly separated from his active life.

Till this moment I never knew myself.

It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

Eleanor went to her room where she was free to think and be wretched.

Badly done, Emma!

I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.

Sometimes one is guided by what they say of themselves, and very frequently by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge. -Elinor Dashwood

Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.

When so many hours have been spent convincing myself I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

A poca gente quiero de verdad, y de muy pocos tengo buen concepto. Cuanto más conozco el mundo, más me desagrada, y el tiempo me confirma mi creencia en la inconsistencia del carácter humano y en lo poco que se puede uno fiar de las apariencias de bondad o inteligencia.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.