Quotes About Introspection

God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself -Misato Katsuragi

Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

I'm often told that those who don't like themselves set high expectations for themselves, but ? think people who say that don't really understand how painful it is.

The only things that merited reflection in the gorgeous young man's eyes were death and destruction—and those alone.

The field has eyes, the wood has ears. I want to see, to be silent and listen

The most common lie is that which one lies to himself lying to others is relatively an exception.

I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.

Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography.

Today, salute, mile, serve, deep. And I am never doing that again.-Kavi

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. —Niccolò Machiavelli

At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you, and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.

For one never thinks of you alone, Cremuel, but in company, studying the faces of other people, as if you yourself mean to paint them. You make other men think, not "what does he look like?" but "what do I look like?

The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass

I was bound to step out of line, if only because I did not know where the line was: if only because I did not know anything.

I believe, but I do not believe enough.

Sometimes I'm at stool all night." 507

He would rather know what's outside, see the summer in its sad blowing wreckage, than cower behind the blind and wonder what the damage is". - Thomas Cromwell - Wolf Hall

I wonder what I've married into," Morgan Williams says. But really, this is just something Morgan says; some men have a habitual sniffle, some women have a headache, and Morgan has this wonder.

He is tired of trying to wake up different. . . He is what the mirror makes, when it assembles him each day. . . Unless you have a better idea?

I remembered the young man with his broad white smile and his ashen hair streaked with gold; the basted perfection of his firm flesh, and the grace of his hand clasping mine. I slotted the notes back inside, slid my purse away, and wondered: which of my defects did he notice first?

We make great progress only at those times when we become melancholy—at those times when, discontented with the real world, we are forced to make for ourselves one more bearable. "The Theory of Ambition," an essay: JEAN-MARIE HÉRAULT DE SÉCHELLES

A printing press that can write its own books? A mind that thinks about itself? If I don't have it, at least the King of France doesn't either.