Quotes About Introspection

I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished onto thin air. None of it remains. Why, therefore, am I hurting so much? Why did I bring back with me this nameless pain? I followed the path I set for myself, and I have forgiven. I do not want to be chained to hatred or resentment. I want to have the right to live in peace.

I already knew that I had the ability to free myself from hatred, and I viewed this as my most significant conquest.

The Bible told me to be a, "fisher of men". I'm trying, but it gets so exhausting to have to reel them in just to throw them back once you realize it's just another crappie.

You are a reader, not a cheerleader" (from interview at Lilies and Cannonballs Review)

Tu solo, Carlo, non hai ripudiato l'anima mia. Dall'amore tuo solo così generoso e costante presi il coraggio di guardare dentro di me e dire:"Non son poi tanto spregevole se un tal cuore continua ad amarmi.

After all, people judge one another according to their own feelings. It is only the miser who sees other enticed by money, the lustful who see others obsessed by desire.

The way a man drinks in company tells you nothing about him, but the way he drinks when alone reveals, without his realizing it, the very depths of his soul.

Forgive the dreamer Forgive the dream

A chance to sit quietly and find out who you are; where you've been and where you're going.

Let everyone beware lest he presume to take it upon himself to criticize and condemn other men's faults without his having been truly touched within by the Holy Spirit in his work. Otherwise he may very easily err in his judgments. Beware therefore. Judge yourself as seems right to you between yourself and your God, and let other men alone.

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.

The only way out is deeper in. It's what you don't yet know that can save you.

didn't think of it." She supposed she should have

was sometimes good to revisit what you were so that you could compare it to what you had become.

why do you think that?

How the hell do I know? It just hurts me to think about it....And its not because you're a great lay. Though you are. But I've had great lays before, and I didn't get torn up. You should have known it would come down to this." Garrett

it's easy to blame everyone else when it hurts to blame yourself. But in the end you have to face it.

One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.

We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. But we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. Most of what we think we know about our minds is pseudo-knowledge. We are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value.

They have courses teaching you foreign languages and ballroom dancing and etiquette and cooking. But there are no classes to learn how to be by yourself in a furnished room with chipped dishes, or how to be alone in general without any words of concern or familiar sounds.

I feel tired. Today was so eventful, and such a strain. Life generally is, these days. I don't want to do any more thinking. In fact I can't do any more thinking. My brain's all full of spots of light and darkness, circling in confusion.

Our own mistakes are always the ones which we hold against other people …

I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn't want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as i struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.

You were what you were and you are what you are. Fuck that regrets bullshit.