Quotes About Introspection

Moj? dusz? wype?nia?a lito?? nade mn? samym.

How old were you when you first realized your father was a jerk?" "Twelve and a half," Grappa said.

look in the mirror and I don't know who I'm looking at," he said. "The face looking back at me doesn't seem to be mine. But then again why should it? Is the mirror a truly reflective surface? And is this the face that other people see? Or is it something or someone that I invent? Does the medication I'm taking release this second self?

I thought of telling them about the computer tally, the time-factored death I carried in my chromosomes and blood. Self-pity oozed through my soul. I tried to relax and enjoy it.

She looked past the bowl into a space inside her head that was also here in front of her.

Abbiamo bisogno di sapere cose che gli altri non sanno. È quello che nessuno sa di te che ti permette di conoscerti.

Quanti inizi ci vogliono prima che si comincino a vedere le menzogne del proprio entusiasmo?

Combien de commencements avant de voir les mensonges dans son propre enthousiasme ?

If the eye is a mystery, totally forget the ear. Just say 'cochlea' to somebody, they look at you like, 'Who's this guy?' There's this while world right inside our own body.

I got out of bed in the middle of the night and went to the small room at the end of the hall to watch Steffie and Wilder sleep. I remained at this task, motionless, for nearly an hour, feeling refreshed and expanded in unnameable ways.

I didn't call Marian. I felt a loneliness, for lack of a better word, but that's the word in fact, a thing I tried never to admit to and knew how to step outside of, but sometimes even this was not means enough, and I didn't call her because I would not give in, watching the night come down.

Once you're a made man, you don't need the constant living influence of sources outside yourself.

he lived with the consequences of self discovery and i suspected this was a more exacting hardship than anything the world might have worked out for him...

All this I am projecting, of course. I'll never know for sure. We can't fully understand what plagues each other's hearts, much less our own at times. Ultimately even our best friends are unknowable to us.

Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything.

We are so well trained that we are our own domesticator. We are an autodomesticated animal. We can now domesticate ourselves according to the same belief system we were given, and using the same system of punishment and reward. We punish ourselves when we don't follow the rules according to our belief system; we reward ourselves when we are the good boy or good girl.

Nothing other people do is because of you.

The first step toward personal freedom is awareness. We need to be aware that we are not free in order to be free. We need to be aware of what the problem is in order to solve the problem.

No one is responsible for your emotional reactions except you. Others can say and do anything they like but what happens inside you is only the result of what you are thinking and feeling.

The highest layer is that of reflective thought. Note that it does not have direct access either to sensory input or to the control of behavior. Instead it watches over, reflects upon, and tries to bias the behavioral level.

art is a meditation upon external reality rather than a representation of external reality

never figured out what sort of animal I was

Do I want to be loved in spite of?Do you? Does anyone? But aren't we all to some degree? Aren't there important parts of all of us which must be, so to say, gazed past? I turn a blind eye to that aspect of you and turn a blind eye to that aspect of me.

I spoke to Sylvia. Do you think this is a good life?