Quotes About Introspection

How is it that adulthood becomes like walking into a new school and never wanting to meet a soul, and somehow knowing that this time the feeling wouldn't wear off after the first or second week of classes?

Time and again I hear how important the darker environment is to those at our vintage-faith worship gathering. Attenders feel they can freely pray in a corner by themselves without feeling that everyone is staring at them.

The whole world needs to STFU.

Midway on our life's journey, I found myself In dark woods, the right road lost.

Silence opens up new pathways to learning.

Everything you'll ever need to know is within you; the secrets of the universe are imprinted on the cells of your body.

you can live a whole life time never being awake.

I had lost my mind and fallen into my heart.

We're all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes we may or may not have made.

the Bible is only as good and decent as the person reading it.

Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion

Luckily, even as a young man not yet become himself, John Bridgens had two things besides indecision that kept him from self-destruction - books and a sense of irony.

Yes. That's why it's so hard to look in a mirror. You are looking at yourself, but you don't recognize yourself. It's a shock. The person you see is older, and heavier, and has wrinkles. But you don't feel that way inside, and it's hard to believe that's how you really look now, how other people see you.

It is only when the child comes to realize that her experiences take place from a first-person perspective that is unique to the child and inaccessible to others, it is only when she realizes that she enjoys unique access to her own experiences, and others to theirs, that her experiences are given to her as subjective, and hence in a first-person mode of givenness.

She drew the main outline, keeping her fingers on the ferrule—the metal piece that clamped the bristles to the handle—and created a nose, mouth, and eyelids. For a moment, she wondered what color his eyes might be, then shoved aside the macabre thought. He had a strong, square jaw, his hair pushed back, looking sticky from the dirt that had been thrown directly onto his face.

I'm open-minded. I don't consider myself gay or hetero, I just am. I've had experiences all over the planet but it always comes down to just me, but I think at this point if I had an ongoing relationship I believe it would be with a man.

I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

That is the thing about films. They don't change. You change. The immutability of the film (or a book or a painting or a piece of music) is something to measure yourself against. That is one of the things a great work of art does. It stays there waiting for you to come back to it, and it shows you who you are now, each time a little different.

Meadow found it riveting: what machines of comforting delusions we humans are. Our language, our words, our ever treading minds and interior thoughts, all of these to make an architecture of lies that even we almost believe. No wonder the world is such a mean place, each of us judging one another without seeing our own terrible cruelties.

She herself had done little all day; instead she reported from the edge of an unlived life.

Cleaning my hand print off of a mirror. Don't high-five your reflection. Just nod or wink.

Ah — but am I worth loving?

You were right, you know." "About what?" "About me. About the things I've kept locked within myself, about my dread of getting close to anyone, about everything. I thought you were talking a load of rubbish, but somewhere, somehow, I ended up looking deep inside myself and found that you spoke the truth. You saw something I didn't. Something I didn't want to see. And you've made me realize that allowing one's self to love and be loved isn't so frightening, after all.

There is in each of us a fundamental split between what we think we know and what we know but may never be able to think.