Quotes About Introspection

There are two kinds of people in this world; the clueless and the repentant, those who are open to looking at their life, and those who are not, both that know they need God to change them, and those that expect EVERYONE else to change.

In the middle of the road of my life, I awoke in a dark wood, where the true way was wholly lost.

The masculine heart needs a place where nothing is prefabricated, modular, nonfat, zip lock, franchised, on-line, microwavable. Where there are no deadlines, cell phones, or committee meetings. Where there is room for the soul.

I am looking for my heart.

You clean and organize; you demand perfection—did you ever wonder why?

carefree time on lonesome roads

If a man is ever to find out who he is and what he's here for, he has got to take that journey for himself. He has got to get his heart back.

I'm shadowboxing in a match the shadow is always going to win. (as a young man battling his deceased brother's heroic legacy)

Every man is a mystery to himself. And then we die, unsolved.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.

So much depends on my actions, so I am seeing fewer people, simplifying my life, organizing it so that I am not always on the edge of irritability.

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.

there are times when silence is a poem.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.

You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence.

Oh,clever... what's the use of that? Are they human beings?

People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black.

When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she said. 'You say you're isolated, boyo, but you really think you're different.

Just because you can't express your feelings it doesn't mean they're not deep.

You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it ... fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf - your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in flight from the real reality. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens.

I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry.

She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands. 'You're being very silent.' 'That's how men cry.