Quotes About Introspection

It is only an error in judgment to make a mistake, but it shows infirmity of character to adhere to it when discovered.

La lanterne des autres ne sert qu'à nous égarer.

Il faut apprendre à se faire chier même quand ce n'est pas nécessaire, sinon après on ne peut pas le supporter.

The wise man understands his weakness and seeks to find a lesson from it. The fool lets it control and destroy him.

When there's no one else look inside yourself -- like your oldest friend -- just trust the voice within -- then you'll find the strength that will guide your way. You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within.

I've found that doing interviews forces you to face yourself; I'm constantly having to search within myself, to see why I do certain things.

It's human nature to want to think the best of others, but if you listen carefully, people will always tell you who they are.

I wonder, not for the first time, if shame and pride are merely two sides of the same coin.

That's my little secret, Christina," he says. "I am always painting myself.

WHEN YOUR WORLD is small, you learn every inch of it. You can trace it in the dark; you navigate it in your sleep.

I wonder, not for the first time, if shame and pride are merely two sides of the same coin. In a

Who are you, Christina Olson? he asked me once. Nobody had ever asked me that. I had to think about it for a while.

I hate her for it. For seeing me clearly, for not seeing me at all.

We sit in silence, the air between bristling with words unsaid.

It's hard to say what's in my head. It's been a long time since anyone cared to ask.

I remember her words to me when I left school: Your mind will be your comfort. It is, sometimes. And sometimes it isn't.

I think you're used to being observed but not really ... seen.

Moral allegories about people determined to root out wickedness in others while denying it in themselves.

I feel myself battening down, fortressing

Moral allegories about people determined to root out wickedness in others while denying it in themselves." "Actually,

Regret?" Vivian raises her shoulders in a shrug. "I'm not sure what good it is to regret.

What do you choose to take with you? What did you leave behind? What insights did you gain?

When she leaves, I inspect my reflection in the mirror—the first time since arriving in Minnesota I've looked in a whole piece of mirror unclouded by spots and damage. A girl I barely recognize stares back. She is thin and pale, dull eyed, with sharp cheekbones and matted dark red hair, wind-chapped cheeks, and a red-rimmed nose. Her lips are scabbed, and her sweater is pilled and soiled with dirt. I swallow—she swallows. My throat hurts. I must be getting sick.

After a while you don't know what your own needs are anymore.