Quotes About Introspection

There's nothing like getting trapped in a magical nightmare world to make you reexamine your priorities.

It is better for you to take responsibility for your life as it is, instead of blaming others, or circumstances, for your predicament.

Under the weight of my growing self-knowledge, my self-image was sinking fast.

What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen. HENRY DAVID THOREAU

The forest didn't really change much at night, but I did.

Everything you need to know is within you. Listen. Feel. Trust the body's wisdom.

Softly, he said, "It is better for you to take responsibility for your life as it is, instead of blaming others, or circumstances, for your predicament. As your eyes open, you'll see that your state of health, happiness, and every circumstance of your life has been, in large part, arranged by you — consciously or unconsciously." "I don't know what you mean, but I don't think I agree with it." "I once knew a guy like you:

Merülj el a rejtélyben, Szókratész! Bízz benne! Felejtsd el, amit gondolsz, hogy minek kellene és minek nem kellene lennie, és ismét megtalálod a hited.

You are the expert on your life and destiny. When you are paying attention, no one knows you better than you can know yourself.

when profound questions are asked of the heart, the answers are best kept to yourself.

Men who read a lot have a more sensitive disposition, added Fowler. [...] I did not know what to say to this. Maybe reading is a sort of curse is all I mean, concluded Fowler. Maybe it's better for a man to stay inside his own mind. Amen, I felt like saying, although I do not know why.

speaking as a novelist myself, I know that members of our profession live in our imaginations as much or more as we inhabit what people call 'the real world'...

Sol had not known he was lonely until he met Sarai.

No one wants to pay for a look at another person's angst.

We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

In the last few months, perhaps because he has had no one to speak to -- or at least no interlocutor who can respond with actual out-loud speech -- he has learned how to let different parts of his mind and heart speak within him as if they were different souls with their own arguments.

In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

I doubt if he ever confronted and acknowledged his own deeper motivations, except when they were as pure as spring water.

In his twenties, John Bridgens most identified with Hamlet. The strangely aging Prince of Denmark—Bridgens was quite sure that the boy Hamlet had magically aged over a few theatrical weeks to a man who was, at the very least, in his thirties by Act V—had been suspended between thought and deed, between motive and action, frozen by a consciousness so astute and unrelenting that it made him think about everything, even thought itself.

Was I a swordsman then? sends Johnny. Or a poet? [Yes There is never one without the other]

Did you see any of us there?" Kassad said nothing for more than a minute. The soft sounds of the river and the ship's rigging suddenly seemed very loud. Finally Kassad took a breath. "Yes." Silence stretched again. Brawne Lamia broke it. "Will you tell us who?" "No.

He sits in the straight-backed chair next to the bed and lifts a cooling cup of tea. "If you die, what happens to me?" "I don't know," I say honestly. "If I die, I don't even know what happens to me.

We were gods then. But even gods must descend from their high thrones upon occasion.

Mis primeros poemas eran lamentables. Como la mayoría de los malos poetas, yo no me daba cuenta de ello, seguro en mi arrogancia de que el simple acto de crear daba cierto valor a los indignos abortos que alumbraba.