Quotes About Introspection

Why would a happily married man isolate himself this way, standing in meditation through the night?

Yet the greater the turmoil inside him, the more the revelations responded to it. It was as though the Quranic voice was able to see deep inside him and address questions he was barely aware he was asking.

Whether you think the words he heard came from inside himself or from outside, it is clear that Muhammad experienced them, and with a force that would shatter his sense of himself and his world.

You have to find yourself. When you meet him again, you have to know who you are. He's finding out who he is.

It was one of those situations in which Mr Teal habitually felt himself drowning in the turgid waters of an unfathomable Weltschmerz. He glowered at Simon

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

I wondered if she would have left me if there had been more inside of me to love, or if I just could have needed less.

I don't think I have feelings like other people do. Sometimes you want me to talk to other people inside. Maybe I don't have real feelings.

I wished there was someone, somewhere I could ask: What should I do? But no such person existed in my world. I was the only expert on living my own life, the only person I could turn to for answers.

I have, I admit, a low tolerance for detached chronicling and cool analysis.

Really?" No one had told me that before. I'd suspected I'd always been a little cynical. "What happened to me?" I pondered. Edna laughed. "Oh, you'll be happy again. You've had a rough couple of years is all. You're just coming into your own. It takes a while. I remember being your age.

When you're feeling your worst, that's when you get to know yourself the best.

He wanted to walk until he recognized himself again.

You damn your own soul better than I ever could.

Am I turning my back on myself, by getting ahead of myself?

Humans are so foolish--we measure ourselves by our residue.

Religion dictates, spirituality invites.

Sapped of strength, I discover a self that doesn't rely on strength.

Rather than being guided by images of how to be, people need to attend to how they actually are and to respect this.

The mind knows what it is doing and meets itself.

It is not your husband's lies that will do the most damage to you. It's the lies you tell yourself.

It's amazing what you find out about yourself when you write in the first person about someone very different from you.

Mostly getting old is boring. I hate the stiffness in the bones. I was physically arrogant for years. I don't like it now that I have difficulty getting around. But a certain equanimity sets in, a certain detachment. Things seem less desperately important than they once did, and that's a pleasure.

I spend a good deal of time wondering how we will seem to the people who come after us. This is not an idle interest, but a deliberate attempt to strengthen the power of that "other eye," which we can use to judge ourselves.