Quotes About Introspection

A more conscious life is one in which a man is conscious not only of what he sees, but of the prejudices with which he sees it.

The disesteem into which moralists have fallen is due at bottom to their failure to see that in an age like this one the function of the moralist is not to exhort men to be good but to elucidate what the good is.

Unless our ideas are questioned, they become part of the furniture of eternity.

Every man whose business it is to think knows that he must for part of the day create about himself a pool of silence.

They implicitly trust that their thoughts, beliefs, and feelings are their own, and fail to recognize that they may be "channeling" someone else's thoughts and feelings.

Who do you love? It's a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates a future, guides most minutes of one's days. Simple, elegant encompassing. Who do you love?

There's power in humility. It's one of the toughest lessons I've had to learn.

I think the hard thing for you Abbie is not going to be getting what you want in life but figuring out what that is. Once you know what you want - really truly- I know you'll get it.

And is there a difference, I wonder, watching the ease with which T.J. settles back into her reading, between the happiness of being happy and the happiness of being happy because you think someone might be less happy than you?

Many of us grow up feeling as if we are not truly seen for who we are; we grow up feeling invisible. The act of eye-gazing galvanizes the simple but extraordinary power of being seen in a transcendent but deeply personal way.

Understanding your subconscious and your conscious mind is the key to cultivating self-awareness.

We all need to do some amount of emotional and spiritual housekeeping. When we commit to that process, we evolve. We grow. And we get more in touch with our Authentic Souls.

We can travel all over the world in a soul quest to "find ourselves" and answer proverbial questions about the meaning of life.

Usually any advice I hand out is advice I need to hear as well." "So

Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.

But there is something to say for a forced sabbatical from social media and the rush of life.

the individual has the key to change themselves. It's buried deep inside each and every one of us and although someone else can help us to find the key, we're the only ones who can use it. And there

You know, how you get to forty and you suddenly stop giving a shit about all the stupid things you worried about your whole life.

And it occurs to her for the very first time that maybe Hanna isn't intrinsically unhappy. That maybe she just doesn't like her.

I'm not sure, any more, I'm not sure about anything. But I'd happily try it. Try anything really, just to get back to myself.

At thirty-two years of age, Rachel tried not to dwell too much on the fact that her entire adult existence was a mirage.

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Just that. What? What did it mean? What did any of it mean? Did it mean he was sorry? Did it mean she should forgive him? Or that he had forgiven her? Who was right? Who was wrong?

The point is … you. You're the point. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew who you were. That golden girl in the pharmacy. That girl with the lustre, the class, the elegance. The girl who'd been waiting for her prince.