Quotes About Introspection

Whenever I am confused about what to do in life, I quietly sit down and think about where I have been and compare this to where I might want to go in future. The answer to the next step just comes to me from inside myself.

I am coming to see that it is not so much a question of finding the right place, the right time, the ideal marriage. Neither life nor happiness hinges upon such things. It is wholly within. It is response to what is given. It is choice.

to think nothing about the opinion of his society (if he be in any sense a member) is to be unconsciously influenced by it.

When I focus on me, I increase my anxiety.

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?

A novel is a mirror walking down a road

You must have me confused with myself

country highway. He sensed that he was

Or would you just sit around smoking pot all day, rebelling against yourself?

I often found myself curled up at midday on a hard wooden bench, snoring lightly, drooling on the back of my hand, trying to sleep off my exuberance—and then waking to a headache and a bushel of horrible paragraphs. Admittedly

When put to it, I can be an alright conversationalist. But I find openings are always tricky.

And while his brain kept whirring with the problems of a unified theory, his body became frail and thin, wrinkles fell over him like elephant skin, and began to slouch, as if with each new day he was carrying a slightly heavier pack on his back.

She gives off an aura of enormous sadness, though her powers of humor and forgiveness seem to run equally as deep.

I feel something I can't quite put my finger on, something euphoric but deeply unsayable. Is it love or just not hate? Is it joy or just not sadness?

Learn to listen to this silence, because it will tell you many things, unimaginable things, things of great beauty and meaning.

I have reached a place in my life where I need to sit down and say, 'Well, what do I do? What's best for me?' I need to look into options for the future.

If originality and truth are your aim, cultivate your own back garden.

He stood there on the high rampart for a long time that night, listening to the Missouri and staring at the stars. He wondered at the source of the waters, of the mighty Big Horns whose tops he had seen but never touched. He wondered at the stars and the heavens, comforted by their vastness against his own small place in the world. Finally he climbed down from the ramparts and went inside, quickly finding the sleep that had eluded him before.

But the ledger had two sides. It was a relief not to worry any longer about puffing up his chest for the benefit of others. He found himself treasuring small glimpses of life that as a younger man he might have galloped right past. And there were still plenty of ridgelines to keep him wondering.

Don't say anything unless you can improve on the silence.

You ever considered the possibility that you might be an alcoholic?" "Nope. Alcoholics go to meetings," he replies. "I don't go to meetings.

I did that," says my memory. "I could not have done that," says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually—??the memory yields. Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

In a deep psychological sense, we have no self unless we have a secret.