Quotes About Introspection

A gentleman sitting in spectacles before an old ledger, and writing down pitiful remembrances of his own condition, is a quaint and ridiculous object.

The world is a looking-glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

Did we know what our intimates and dear relations thought of us, we should live in a world that we should be glad to quit, and in a frame of mind and a constant terror, that would be perfectly unbearable

I'm no angel. And, to say the truth, she certainly was not.

El mundo es un espejo que devuelve a cada uno su imagen.

He trembled with his head hung low.

Abraham Lincoln, the closing lines of his first inaugural. It was an appeal for peace; he prayed that all of us would finally be moved by 'the better angels of our nature.

All of the sudden, he said, I feel different-- not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn't feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I'm lonely and I don't now what I'm lonely for

As for the matter of what we may expect from one another, that is indeed something we are eager to learn - all of us, all our lives, but I wonder, do we ever learn, do we ever really find out?

I thought a fellow would never cry when he got to be grown up, but it seems as if that's when a fellow starts, because that's when a fellow starts finding out about things.

I thought a fellow would never cry when he got to be a grown up, but it seems as if that's when a fellow starts, because that's when a fellow starts finding out things.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.