Quotes About Introspection

We shall do well to remember that, when we make our own miserably imperfect knowledge and consciousness the measure of our sinfulness, we are on very dangerous ground.

For another thing, let us be certain of our own condition and never rest until we feel and know that we are sanctified ourselves. What are our tastes, choices, likings, and inclinations? This is the great test question. It matters little what we wish and hope and desire to be before we die. Where are we now? What are we doing? Are we sanctified or not? If not, the fault is all our own.

Recordemos que cuando medimos lo pecadores que somos según nuestro propio conocimiento y conciencia, miserablemente imperfectos, pisamos un terreno muy peligroso.

The riper he is for glory, the more, like the ripe corn, he hangs down his head. The brighter and clearer is his light, the more he sees of the shortcomings and infirmities of his own heart. When first converted, he would tell you he saw but little of them compared to what he sees now. Would

Do you think the penis ever gets tired?" Whose? Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!

The majority of men could sooner be brought to believe themselves a piece of lava in the moon than to take themselves for a self.

He realized at last that the arguments of pessimism were powerless to comfort him

Now who are you? Who have you left behind in the kitchen? What befell you Over There to give you that God-awful twitch? Are you here to try to crawl back into the skin you had before they pushed you through the mincer?

That was the missed moment. I should have put out a hand and taken her arm and said, "Here I am. Ask me. Now. The real question! Tell me. While I'm here. Ask me before it's too late.

Life is a long lesson in humility.

When all else fails, philosophize.

A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins." "I'm going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.

Perhaps; but I am a difficult person to live with. My difficulty consists in not wanting to live with other people.

Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.

Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths

To push inward is hard, to descend even more so; it challenges our sense of who we are and where we came from. This is why, even though we are inundated with seawater, the advances of our oceanographic agencies do not match those of our space agencies.

El ruido de su reloj terminó por alcanzarlo, de manera progresiva, como si hubiera una fuga de agua en la que cada gota se sumara a la anterior; a fin de construir una estalactita quese moviese e insertase milímetro a milímetro en su cerebro.

First, it does not reach people who may be out of touch with their feelings.

Un viejo bebedor de bourbon me dijo una vez que la vida era siempre cuestión de montañas y de cuevas: montañas que debemos escalar y cuevas en las que escondernos cuando no somos capaces de enfrentarnos a nuestras montañas.

Todas las mujeres que habían intentado hacer de mí un hombre habían logrado lo contrario. Por eso me costaba abordar a las mujeres. Me gustaban demasiado, y me parecía demasiado a ellas para demostrar con ellas una actitud depredadora.

Estar solo no tiene nada que ver con la cantidad de gente que te rodea.

Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me.

One old bourbon drinker told me that a man's life is all a matter of mountains and caves—mountains we must climb, caves where we hide when we can't face our mountains.