Quotes About Introspection

The outward man is the swinging door; the inner man is the still hinge.

for it is not our works which sanctify us but we who sanctify our works.

St. Augustine said, "What good is it to me that this birth takes place ceaselessly if does not take place in me? If it is to be done, it is to be done within me.

We spend our lives hiding deep inside ourselves in paralyzing fear that someone might see us as we really are, or worse: We might see ourselves.

We mock the things we are to be.

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Non pretendo di essere capito, ognuno di noi è l'enigma di se stesso.

Lui non si vergognava di lasciarsi guardare dentro. Non aveva mai considerato disdicevole esporre al mondo le sue viscere, i suoi impulsi, le sue piaghe, le sue gioie. Vivere senza confini, senza innalzare barriere.

When you're an artist, there's always a moment in your life when you think you're not inspired and instead of doing things and instead of travel and instead of falling in love, you're just depressed, so you don't move, so you don't change. So you're not inspired.

I'm none of those things. I'm just me.

All I am is a skinful of old bones on horseback.

I sat evaluating myself. I decided to lie down.

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see

Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.

Sometimes you look at me and it's like all the bullshit gets stripped off and I'm left with what's underneath and I kind of like what I see. Someone who actually fails. Someone who has absolutely no self-control. Someone who says real dickhead things like 'this is complicated.' I like that part of me, you know. I like the fact that I know I can't control you or how I feel about you and that doesn't freak me out.

You know what? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. It's this dumb thing I do. I look into things and see more than I'm supposed to.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

You shy, Francesca?" Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. "Not really." I'm just sad, I want to say. And I'm lonely.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get me hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

Who do you hang out with?" Natalia asks, looking over my shoulder. She's always done that. Wherever you are, whoever you are, she'll always look over your shoulder to see if there's someone more exciting to speak to. It used to make me feel paranoid.

Worse still, he doesn't know how to follow the piper anymore because it's a path Tom has lost faith in. And the piper knows it. Tom can see it in his father's eyes now. And the more he stares, the clearer it becomes.

Just having my own time-out; a bit of self-pity here, a bit of self-loathing there.