Quotes About Introspection

Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.

Then the doors closed throughout the hotel. Everyone locked himself in behind the double doors and each was left alone with himself and his secrets.

Listen to yourself when you talk; you might be surprised at what you hear.

Many Christians stay busy and avoid solitude because they fear what God will show them regarding their motives and affections.

nightcap with Browne

Writers are archeologists of themselves.

these absurd mental fluctuations that I call me.

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

Charis sipped, smiling back. "...I saw God everywhere." Grif narrowed his eyes. "Really?" She nodded and leaned close. "We were actually pen pals. I'd write Him letters in Latin and leave them in my closet." "Why the closet?" She shrugged. "Because He didn't appear after I set my front yard's bushes on fire, so I decided He was shy.

That's what hiding away did, whether it was from the world or yourself, your past, or even your dreams. It took absolutely no effort to have a miserable life. But building a glorious one? A life worth living and sharing with others? That's what was hard." Joanna

Do I seem like the white-picket-fence sort of girl to you, Carl?" "No, you seem like the blood-soaked-walls kind of girl to me.

I scrape under a nail and I pull out dirt. I pull off an overlay and I smell urine. It's the rot of their lives seeping into their nailbeds, you see? They can fix their hair and paint their nails and run on a treadmill until they're anorexia's poster child, but they can't fix their lives...lives of rotting perfection.'

We've all had judgement lapses that had us tiptoeing toward our own personal apocalypse.'

Life sometimes flips on you like that. One minute you're looking at your reflection in the water, not entirely sure you like what you see, and the next minute you're upside down, submerged in a world where even familiar things look new.

If you were money, would you hang out with you?

Brasley still drank too much and liked his women, but at least he paced himself now, walking the path to self-destruction instead of sprinting down it at full speed.

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.

What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.

Those who do not weep, do not see.

The banal perception - all the most profound perceptions are banal, at most one man finds a somewhat more original expression for it than another man - that we know nothing at all except what we have experienced ourselves.

Tout le mal vient de ce que l'on pense, ou plutôt de ce qu'il y a en vous un être qui pense à votre insu puis tout à coup émet dans le silence du cerveau un petite phrase acide, insupportable, après laquelle on ne peut plus vivre comme auparavant

Perhaps it is a very good thing that we cannot wholly rule our minds and that they force on us ideas and images which we would ignobly prefer to dismiss; thus truth makes its way in spite of egotism and unconsciousness.

But he did not think....thoughts formed in him and dissolved without control, almost like a reverie. And since he had got through life in that fashion, he did not know that it is possible to think better, more accurately, more clearly.