Quotes About Introspection

Sometimes, I just need my alone time. This world is so crazy and unpredictable. I just need some time to think, relax, and breath.

The age of leaders has come and gone. You must be your own leader now. You must contain the spirit of our time in your own life and your own nature. You must really explore, as youve never explored before, what human nature is like.

To congratulate oneself on one's warm commitment to the environment, or to peace, or to the oppressed, and think no more is a profound moral fault

The more I disliked myself the more wretched I grew. The difference now was that this mood did not manifest itself in sullen silence; I merely made use of my barbed tongue to wound them and spoil their pleasure.

I was excited because getting to know oneself was exciting. I was beginning to believe that I had the power to influence my own personality.

Answer these questions as fast as you can, ready?'...'Close your eyes; it works better that way'...'What's you DOB?'...'What's your phone number ?'...'How old is your mom?'...'How many cousins do you have?'...'What's eight plus fifteen?'...'What's the first number of your locker combo?

An increasingly large part of me believed that this was it, this was my life and it wasn't going to get better. The problem was me.

The boy in this mirror was steel and frost and a bloodied knife. And he wasn't afraid of anything.

I realized I could only play-act at the spiritual life as long as my appetites were stronger than my empathy.

When you give your all to another person and he throws it in your face, you stop short and wonder why.

Another step is that daughters can learn to monitor their own feelings and instincts by saying, "I feel uncomfortable (angry, dominated, usurped, inadequate, guilty, furious) with my mother more often than I do not. I have to pay attention to that, because it shows in how I treat my friends (lover, spouse, kids, colleagues). There is validity here. I don't have to blame or excuse my mother-I just have to see her so I can see myself.

Your problem isn't that you think too much; your problem is letting everyone know what you're thinking.

The only problem with not talking to oneself was that oneself was the most fascinating conversational partner one could imagine. Nobody had more patience in listening to one than oneself, and while nobody knew one better than oneself, nobody misunderstood one more than oneself.

Some animals could see in the dark, but it was only humans who deliberately sought out every possible route into the darkness of our own interiors.

I was finally left with nothing but myself and my thoughts, devious cabdrivers that took me where I did not want to go.

We would all be in Hell if convicted of our thoughts.

So it was that for two minutes we sang with all our hearts, feeling only for the past and turning our gaze from the future, swimmers doing the backstroke toward a waterfall.

I laughed, even though inside me the little dog of my soul was sitting at attention, nose and ears to the wind.

I am a sleeper, a spy, a man of two faces. Perhaps not surprisingly, I am also a man of two minds. I am not a misunderstood mutant from a comic book or a horror movie, though some have treated me as such. I am simply able to see any issue from both sides.

Some might say I was seeing things, but the true optical illusion was in seeing others and oneself as undivided and whole, as if being in focus was more real than being out of focus. We thought our reflection in the mirror was who we truly were, when how we saw ourselves and how others saw us was often not the same. Likewise,

There is always something. That is confession's nature.

Always a shy one, he swallowed his pill of Catholicism seriously.

Before I only wanted to change the world. I still want that, but it was ironic how I never wanted to change myself. Yet that's where revolutions start! And it's the only way revolutions can continue, if we keep looking inward, looking at how others might see us. That's what happened when I met Sofia. I saw myself the way she saw me.

Unlike many, I was not intent on reproducing myself, deliberately or accidentally, since one of myself was more than enough for me to handle.