Quotes About Introspection

There was panic in my eyes. I looked into my own eyes and back down at my hands. Horrid age spots, two scars. Un-Indian, nervous, lonely hands. I could see children and men and gardens in my hands.

My tears were for my own loneliness, my own blindness.

Oh, Mel, what am I going to do? Quit teaching? Travel? Get a doctorate? Commit suicide? Where did that thought come from?

well, I guess it is natural when one is dying to sort of sum up what has mattered, what has been beautiful.

Celý život je pre m?a ?ítanie osobnou útechou.

Qué era el amor?, se preguntaba Maria, estudiando las líneas limpias de la cara de Dixon mientras dormía. Qué nos impide hacerlo a ninguno de los dos, amar. (Del cuento Bonetes azules)

Quantas vezes na minha vida eu estive, por assim dizer, na varanda dos fundos, e não na varanda da frente? O que será que me disseram que eu não ouvi? Que amor poderia ter existido que eu não senti?

You get a peculiar outlook at night. You feel an oddity, and are quite content to be one.

It's a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy.

I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.

dreaming your x-ray vision could see the beauty in me.

when you lie awake in the evenings counting your birthdays turn the blood that clots on your tongue into poems. poems. from "The Message of Thelma Sayles

I don't write out of what I know; I write out of what I wonder. I think most artists create art in order to explore, not to give the answers. Poetry and art are not about answers to me; they are about questions." #LucilleClifton

I closed my eyes, put blinders on, and ignored what was too painful to think about. I tried to view my troubles less seriously, and worry less. I tried to curb my temper. Things said in embarrassment and anger are seldom the truth, but are said to hurt and wound the other person. Once said, they can never be taken back.

The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.

I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I've been spending more time alone than I'd like.

Retire into yourself as much as possible. Associate with people who are likely to improve you. Welcome those whom you are capable of improving. The process is a mutual one. People learn as they teach.

A good mind possesses a kingdom.

You can tell the character of every man when you see how he receives praise.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

Why do I not seek some real good one which I could feel, not one which I could display?

Consult your friend on all things, especially on those which respect yourself. His counsel may then be useful where your own self-love might impair your judgment.

I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.

The first step in a person's salvation is knowledge of their sin.