Quotes About Introspection

She lives so completely in books that I don't think she takes anything that happens in the real world very seriously. She

The subtlest of all differences between human beings has to to with their attitude to themselves when they are thinking about themselves. Some caress themselves when they are alone and consciously dote on themselves, whereas others hold themselves apart from themselves with a certain despotic contempt for themselves—and this, too, even in the midst of their liveliest sensations.

Sylvanus was more than shy of himself. A hot rush of blood causing him a curious discomfort, would mount up to his head at the merest approach to physical self-consciousness. He had to forget himself, or he couldn't go on!

He had the distracted chuckle of troubled old people who look within, keeping watch on failing organs.

Vulnerability is the curse of the thinking classes.

Cathy introduced us. Christine stood there inside her smooth skin, warm and indolent, mildly speculative.

I just don't know. Maybe I'm good, but that goddamn scale would hesitate a long time before tilting that way.

There are middle-aged children who spend a part of every day thinking of their college or their war, but the ones who grow up to be men do not have this plaintive need for a flavor of past importance, and Callowell was one of these.

There are middle-aged children who spend a part of every day thinking of their college or their war, but the ones who grow up to be men do not have this plaintive need for a flavor of past importance

The three unholy McGees—the one I try not to be, and the one I wish I was, and the one I really am.

When you cannot like yourself or any part of yourself in mind or body, then you cannot love anyone else at all.

I live free and simple, Kirby, and I look on myself in the mirror and say hello to a friend I like. The day I stop liking her, I change my ways.

What you feel good after one time, you feel rotten after the next. And it is difficult to know in advance. And morality shouldn't be experimental, I don't think.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

I'm beginning to learn a few of the things I dont want," said Herf quietly. "At least I'm beginning to have the nerve to admit to myself how much I dislike all the things I dont want.

When you talk you talk with the little lying tips of your tongues. You dont dare lay bare your real souls. . . . But now you must listen to me for the last time. . . . For the last time I say. . . . Come here waiter you too, lean over and look into the black pit of the soul of man. And Herf is bored. You are all bored, bored flies buzzing on the windowpane. You think the windowpane is the room. You dont know what there is deep black inside.

If only I still had faith in words.

If others in the same Glass better see 'Tis for Themselves they look, but not for me: For my Salvation must its Doom receive Not from what others, but what I believe.

Thus like a Captive in an Isle confin'd, Man walks at large, a Pris'ner of the Mind

Seek not thyself without thyself to find.

One question such events provoke is "What kind of God allows this to happen?" Another question we might ask is, "What kind of creatures are human beings that we should cause and allow this to happen?

Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.

For what shall we do when we wake one day to find we have lost touch with our heart and with it the very refuge where God's presence resides? a