Quotes About Introspection

Blaise Pascal: "All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

Humble souls are fearful of their own strength.

When thou art come to thyself to own and blush at the brutish ignorance of thy mind, thou art fit to be admitted into Christ's school. If

We need do no more to lose our souls than to seek ourselves.

And so when thou art tempted to any sin, look not on it as a single sin, but as having all other sins in its belly.

I know of nothing more difficult than knowing who you are, and having the courage to share the reasons for the catastrophe of your character with the world.

I'd like to look below my eyes and see not language staring back at me, not sentences or single words or awkward pen lines, but a surface clear and burnished as glass.

The novel does not say, it shows; it shows me my life in a figure: it compels me to stare at my toes.

no one could say, looking at her lined, pale and puffy face, the shapeless garish sack she had double-pinned around her, or the misfocusing eyes and slack wet mouth, that she had led the right life, and she knew it, not even with Freud's fist could she repress that...

Few of the stories one has it in one's self to speak get spoken, because the heart rarely confesses to intelligence its deeper needs; and few of the stories one has at the top of one's head to tell get told, because the mind does not always possess the voice for them. Even when the voice is there, and the tongue is limber as if with liquor or with love, where is that sensitive, admiring, other pair of ears?

He could have set fire to it, the garden was dry enough, and burned it clean—privet, vines, and weeds; but he waited in his rooms through the winter instead, weeping and dreaming.

All that could happen was alone with me and I was alone with it.

I don't know myself, what to do, where to go... I lie in the crack of a book for my comfort... it's what the world offers... please leave me alone to dream as I fancy.

And I am in retirement from love.

If we had the true and complete history of one man - which would be the history of his head - we would sign the warrants and end ourselves forever, not because of the wickedness we would find within that man, no, but because of the meagerness of feeling, the miniaturization of meaning, the pettiness of ambition, the vulgarities, the vanities, the diminution of intelligence, the endless trivia we'd encounter, the ever present dust.

Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

I'm sure I have a process, but it mostly takes place in my dreams.

My job is to bore you and let the hardness of your seat and the warmth of your robe prepare you for what is to come.

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; but if you really make them think, they'll hate you.

In the end, it comes down, as it always comes down, to each individual human being doing what he—or she—must to live with himself/herself.

Someday someone is going to create a stir by proposing a radical new tool for the study people. It will be called the face-value technique. It would be based on the premise that people often do what they do for the reasons they think they do. The use of this technique will lead to many pitfalls, for it is undeniably true that people do not always act logically or say what they mean. But I wonder if it would produce findings any more unscientific than the opposite course.

Face what you think you believe and you will be surprised.

El Buda examinó el fenómeno del ser humano examinando su propia naturaleza. Dejando a un lado toda idea preconcebida, exploró la realidad interior y descubrió que cada ser es un compuesto de cinco procesos, cuatro de ellos mentales y uno físico.

We would rather explore the far side of the moon or the bottom of the ocean than the hidden depths within ourselves.