Quotes About Introspection

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.

for the eye sees not itself, but by reflection, by some other things.

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Now I see the mystery of your loneliness .

But, soft! methinks I do digress too much

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...

He will fence with his own shadow.

I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity Thou dost beguile me!

I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays As thou dost, Anthony; he heard no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

William Shakespeare

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do;