Quotes About Introspection

The introvert is pressured daily, almost from the moment of awakening, to respond and conform to the outer world.

When overstimulated, the introvert's mind can shut down, saying, No more input, please. It goes dark.

Words for Introverts to Live By Be playful. Take breaks. Appreciate your inside world. Be authentic. Enjoy curiosity.

originality, foresight, and a wide range of knowledge, to name just a few introverted advantages. Introverts are often the employees

Maybe being oneself is always an acquired taste. —Patricia Hampl S

Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that ... Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these man and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams."

Look at the eyes now -- the eyes of an Old Believer. Part of his mind was away somewhere, dancing with itself.

Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies, it's a funny thing, but I'm an exception to that rule.'

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls.

It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, as it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the okay.

My life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

The first thing that distinguishes a writer is that he is most alive when alone.

I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me

In order to speak to the world what I have heard, I am not bound to step into the street. I may remain standing in the door of my ancestral house. …

True unity cannot be found, it can only be created. He who creates it realizes the unity of the world in the unity of his soul. Thus beforehand he must live through the tension of the world in his soul as his own soul's tension.

We can be redeemed only to the extent to which we see ourselves.

Solitude is the place of purification.

Getting closer to home, is it a fully satisfying repentance if we only deal with the past, which cannot be changed? "Alas, what did I do?" I don't think so. Believers get closer to repentance instead by asking, "Alas, what kind of person was I that I could do that?

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Seldom happier than when I'm on my own, lost in a book.

He was never lonely, not with his books for company. Books never complained, never asked awkward questions.

The dignity of man lies in his ability to face reality in all its meaninglessness." .