Quotes About Introspection

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life.

This tiny habitation on wheels, with bit parts of the living room, the washroom, and the fireplace, is a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing towards oblivion. He

There people fail to realise that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. - Pi Patel in Life of Pi

The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil within that has been let out.

I went to temple at crowded times when Brahmins were too distracted to come between me and God.

I'm more preoccupied with furnishing my head than the place where I live. The most beautiful rooms I have entered have been empty ones.

a problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience

My fingers, which a second before had been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin. He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled. My sambar lost its taste.

We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship.

I would nearly go into convulsions of dismay at my stupidity.

I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while.

The moon distresses you by silently reminding you of your solitude; you open your eyes wide to escape your loneliness.

High calls low and low calls high. I tell you, if you were in such dire straits as I was, you too would elevate your thoughts. The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering, I should turn to God.

people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

O sa fiu cinstit. Nu ateii imi stau in gat, ci agnosticii. Indoiala e buna un timp. Toti trebuie sa trecem prin Gradina Ghetsemani. Daca si Cristos a simtit-o, trebuie s-o facem si noi. Daca Cristos a petrecut o noapte dureroasa in rugaciune, daca a izbucnit, pe cruce:"Doamne, Dumnezeul meu, de ce m-ai parasit?", atunci toti avem dreptul la indoiala.Dar trebuie sa mergem mai departe. A alege indoiala ca filozofie de viata e la fel cum ai alege imobilitatea ca mijloc de transport.

and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful.

For the first time I noticed—as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next—that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. It was all right.

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that's where it should stay.

And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don't think anyone in my family would really feel I'd done them an injustice by saying that. We didn't see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.

The essence of the independent mind lies not in what it thinks, but in how it thinks.

Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home.

George smiles to himself, with entire self-satisfaction. Yes, I am crazy, he thinks. That is my secret; my strength.