Quotes About Introspection

Looking at those last photos was like flipping through a book of silence.

She never was able to surrender a feeling without a review of its peaks and low points.

Where do you see yourself in ten years' time?" she asked. My answer: "Not sure, but maybe on a beach reading a really good mystery. Not a murder mystery, but the kind where the narrator has to find out what year it is and why he was even born .

Once you let people know anything about what you think, that's it, you're dead. Then they'll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.

Why are you reading that book? Are you in doubt about something?

Dad has what I think of as only child darkside syndrome; he does everything as if he is being watched.

There are still days when I can only work out whether or not I'm upset by looking at my face.

She found a mirror and turned around in front of it with her arms held out in front of her. She was all there, all in one piece. Then what? What had she lost?

Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy. I'd hide myself away in them, setting two mirrors to face each other so that when I stood between them I was infinitely reflected in either direction. Many, many me's. When I stood on tiptoe, we all stood on tiptoe, trying to see the first of us, and the last. The effect was dizzying, a vast pulse, not quite alive, more like the working of an automaton.

There was . . . a mirror that crawled across the wall in a wooden frame. When I go into Miri's room all I can see, all I can think of is that enormous mirror, like a lake on the wall.

I've been so afraid of getting closeness wrong, because I don't know how to do it, because I don't know what my mistakes reveal --maybe they reveal very good reasons for my having been unloved as a child, I just don't know.

Sometimes our subconscious is so transparent it's boring

They looked around with drained faces and drank less than their friends did, barely wetting their lips so as to keep their secrets.

To you who eat a lot of rice because you are lonely To you who sleep a lot because you are bored To you who cry a lot because you are sad I write this down. Chew on your feelings that are cornered Like you would chew on rice. Anyway life is something that you need to digest. —CHUN YANG HEE

These are thoughts that come to you while you spend however long you spend holding ice-packs to your eye, or tilting your head back against the wall to try to do something about the way your nose is bleeding, letting your mind work on the question: What reasons might somebody have for leaving her kid in the care of a man like Frank Novak?

I don't set too much store by dreams, but it's probably unwise to ignore this kind. These are the kind of dreams that show you you're not doing so well, that you haven't accepted what you thought you'd accepted, that you're a mess, lying there like you've been hit by a bus, your heart and mind standing over you tutting and trying to figure out what even happened, never mind fixing it.

Harriet read more voraciously than Simon and Margot ever had. They discouraged this; she'd be so bored once she ran out of texts that were new to her. She surprised them with the discovery that once an avid reader runs out of books, she reads people. Harriet read everybody she met, and when she met them again, she reread them.

Dark came to rest on my eyelids; strange and painful pennies.

I like to jot down thoughts and ideas as I tread life's garden, for then sometimes when I am weary I can turn a leaf and find what my mood was on a certain day and that changes a train of thought and brings back sunshine.

And verily, a woman need know but one man well, in order to understand all men; whereas a man may know all women and understand not one of them.

I look suspiciously at the half-empty glass in my hand.

Siéntate en silencio y cierra los ojos. 2 La luz en tu interior es suficiente. 3 Sólo ella puede concederte el don de la visión. 4 Ciérrate al mundo exterior, y dale alas a tus pensamientos para que lleguen hasta la paz que yace dentro de ti. 5 Ellos conocen el camino.

buscamos en otros lo que consideramos que nos falta a nosotros.

The Course asks us to read its words slowly and carefully, thinking about what they mean. It asks us to take them personally and treat them as practical, as more than an intellectual game. If we will do this with the Text, we will experience our old worldview being slowly dismantled and a new worldview arising in its place.