Quotes About Introspection

Being wrong about important things is exhausting.

Garp drank the beer and wondered if everything was an anticlimax..

If I had to be anything, he told her, I'd probably be a socialist, but I don't want to be anything.

In this world," Franny once observed, "just as you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that that they have met you.

She sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.

I have stood aside to see the phantoms of those days go by me. They are gone, and I resume the journey of my story.' (David Copperfield) "But all that night he lay awake because the phantoms of those days were not gone. Like the tiny, terrible holes in the prophylactics, the phantoms of those days were not easy to detect—and their meaning was unknown—but they were there.

No one could have fathomed what a life he'd led, for it was chiefly a life lived in his mind.

She was convinced that women were as often victims of themselves as they were of men.

Isn't it amazing? The Americans have so many good afterthoughts!

It was not out of love that I wanted to meet my father, but out of the darkest curiosity - to be able to recognize, in myself, what evil I might be capable of.

Well, you finally got me, Helen had whispered to him, tearfully, but Garp had sprawled there, on his back on the wrestling mat, wondering who had gotten whom.

What would Miss Frost have thought of me? I wondered; I didn't mean my writing . What would she have thought of my relationships with men and women? Had I ever protected anyone? For whom had I truly been worthwhile?

And from that moment of his introduction to my cousins, I would frequently consider the issue of exactly how human Owen Meany was; there is no doubt that, in the dazzling configurations of the sun that poured through the attic skylight, he looked like a descending angel—a tiny but fiery god, sent to adjudicate the errors of our ways.

I have digressed, which is also the kind of writer I would become.

It was in looking at sea gulls that it first occurred to Homer Wells that he was free.

Nuviliame tik patys save. Tur?tume pasistengti kuo labiau sumažinti vis? t? atsakomyb?, kuri? jau?iam?s es? skolingi kitiems.

It was best not to ask Pepe if reading or Jesus had saved him, or which one had saved him more.

That Emma was a restless soul was obvious, but not even Jack (not even Emma) was aware that something was seriously wrong with her.

She was intimidating to me in the way someone who never remembers your name can be intimidating. 'In this world,' Franny once observed, 'just when you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that they've met you.

I remember you as a little boy," she told me, not long ago, "but when I look at you now, I don't know who you are." I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness," Rilke had written.

Franny was awful to him, but Franny was not awful; and Frank was not really awful to any of us, except he (himself) was, somehow, awful.

In this world," Franny once observed, "just when you're trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that they've met you.

Was he nice? He didn't know. He hoped he was, but how many of us truly know?