Quotes About Introspection

Sometimes the thoughts and feelings I had didn't really agree with each other, so I decided I must be lots of different people inside my brain.

I think the easiest people to fool are ourselves. Fooling ourselves may even be a necessary precondition for fooling others.

I just think people overvalue argument because they like to hear themselves talk.

She was looking for something I could never give her." Again his dark eyes bored into Julia's mind. "You have something of the same about you, young woman. Take my advice: Don't think you will find it in another person. You won't. It's not there. You must find it in yourself.

You can be so much in a room that the world outside turns to water. You've got the heater blowing out burnt air, but you still don't get warm. Your ankles are singed, but your head's in a bucket of ice. Time drips like a stalactite. The water for the coffee boils away in a tree of steam.

One should try to be honest with oneself almost as a daily devotion.

The only things people can ever know about you are the ones that you let them see

They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible.

I lay in my bed for I don't know how long doing my best to work things out, and my best certainly wasn't good enough.

And then, believe it or not, it came to me for the first time that all the difference was caused by me.

I never told anybody what was going on. Not a soul.

The moment you fall to your knees in front of a cross, thinking you're praying to some God, you're missing the point. The idea is to look through the symbol to the meaning behind it. Or, as Zen Buddhists put it: "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him." T

I think writers, by nature, are more observers instead of participators.

He simply knew his own mind and found it company enough.

Miss Austen has made herself known without making herself public.

Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.

If God truly were inside you, could you bear to look at it? Necdet says.

Where Grissom Bunt, Category Twelve PainCriminal, whoever he was, had gone. From which Grissom Bunt would never emerge again. Not as Grissom Bunt. She pictured a shaved naked skull crisscrossed with blue-ridged suture lines, heard a voice saying, "I wouldn't hurt a fly, I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I wouldn't

And?" "Ah." She was not certain whether it was the room's heartbeat she was hearing, or her own. "Would you like to sit down?" Her voice sounded as if coming from kilometers away as she said, "No. Thank you.

Whatever it was in his eyes she had seen, it made her take him home with her. I shouldn't be doing this, she told herself as she spooned her fleech-mush into a bowl and reconstituted it with water in the dispenser. A nonsocialised introversion level 6 winger with Grade 3 narcissistic tendencies doesn't do this.

Uniquely, he understood what his days with BeeJee &ersenn had been teaching him: he, alone, was the alien.

in the continued existence of those other things he saw his own being reflected.

are they, will they be, have they ever been truly happy?

he marveled at that word that had come to his lips out of nothing. "Water, forefinger." The words were coming fast now, tumbling, streaming out of that noplace where the names of all things waited to be used. "I am cold, I can speak, and I am tracing this water down this window with my forefinger.