Quotes About Introspection

Look! A mountain there I don't climb a mountain Mountain climbs me Mountain is myself I climb on myself.

And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well But no one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this Late Night Grande Hotel 'Cos living alone is all I've ever done well

No one ever knows the heart of anyone else

I knew then, in that small moment, that all my life I would be the kind of woman that inspired weakness in men. It was like my future stretched out in front of me and I could see it, a future of men turning to me for comfort, not passion. Men trusting me more than I wanted to be trusted. Men turning into boys, maybe even babies, in my arms. I would be the kind of woman who loved men into lesser, not finer, selves.

My vigor, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.

despite what she said, she knew the

So what accounts for the enduring popularity of these stories where nothing happens on a grand scale, where characters engage in endless small talk and the protagonists suffer in silence and only reveal their true feelings at the very end of the tale?

It is a funny thing how much more proud people can be of themselves if they never step back and take a good look in the glass.

hard work is still peace compared to what can worry a person on the inside.

is a funny thing how much more proud people can be of themselves if they never step back and take a good look in a glass.

I'm about fed up with men right now. It's just trouble, always trying to figure what one's got caught in his craw that he isn't telling.

I wish the Lord would just knock me over with kindness and goodness and simple purity, because I don't seem to be getting the knack of it on my own.

Well, there is rough old Albert, as ornery as any big brother a girl could have, putting his arm around Savannah and cooing to her like a repenting hound dog, and promising her she is not common nor shameful. I watched all this and thought you just never know sometimes what's in a man's heart. When you think he is all tough nails and boards he can be different on the inside. It makes me wonder about other men I know, too.

When a man once begins to make a theory of himself, he generally succeeds in making himself into a theory.

Jesus doesn't just look at us; he looks into us. And if we are willing to hold his gaze, he will burn away what is meaningless and frivolous and contaminating.

You've got to pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

Tu avais commencé sous l'égide de Miranda à écrire des éloges du présent mais maintenant, son présent s'était rétréci jusqu'à n'être qu'un minuscule point de lumière, les ténèbres alentours te confondaient.

del mismo modo que examinarse, escucharse y quejarse forman parte del eterno femenino, no quejarse forma parte del eterno masculino

Decidedly, the more I think about these things, the more at sea I feel.

My personality. Perhaps the greatest mystery is that one: How can you know what your personality is, since it is completely dependent on how it is perceived and by whom? There's a mirror for beauty, but not for personality.

Doubt yourself and you doubt everything you see. Judge yourself and you see judges everywhere. But if you listen to the sound of your own voice, you can rise above doubt and judgment. And you can see forever.

Gail smiled. "A gracious concession. We're not much alike, dear heart." "Nothing alike." "So why—" "Oh, God, not this," Nan said. "Every lover I've ever had has run this program on me eventually. 'Why us?' Why not? And don't go thinking that by that I mean we're just a one night's roll-and-tickle, Gail. I like you. I just don't want to analyze why. Ask me something else.

As [a man] thin-keth in his heart, so is he" (Proverbs 23:7 KJV, italics added).

When something is "off" in your life, you know it. And it takes an incredible amount of energy to continue the denial—energy that could be used toward letting go of the old and inviting in the new. That