Quotes About Introspection

My bald pate bobs and blunders, I bang it when I fall; My cock's gone soft and clammy And I can't hear when they call.

Please don't be depressed: nothing is sad about you except your sadness...

I have often noticed that when women look at themselves in every reflection, and take furtive peeps into their looking-glasses, it is hardly ever, as is generally supposed, from vanity, but much more often from a feeling that all is not quite as it should be

My stories wrap around me like a cozy quilt, and sometimes I long to pull that quilt over my head and pin the blanket shut, allowing me to immerse myself in the world vivid in my mind.

I reached for the notebook which was always close by. All thoughts of composing epic poems of Greek heroes had left me. The words that often burst from my onto the paper in recent days would be considered mere nothings to the world, but they were everything to me . . . They were the pourings of my heart FOR my heart . . .

To own silence . . . How odd that one does not appreciate something, nor even realize its absence, until it is presented as an unexpected gift.

For who would I be if I tried to be someone besides Jane? The poser of the world try so hard to be what they are not, and yet... how fatigued they must be Perhaps I am not smart enough to be one of them. Nor strong enough in constitution.

The meanderings of the heart and mind are fickle and are often wont to be withdrawn or amended.

Without going within, I go without.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. —Antoine de Saint Exupery

When we have been betrayed in our most basic human relationship—and that trust is never restored—how can we learn to trust ourselves to respond appropriately to betrayal?

in my head. Was there

Modern woman have discovered that living through another's reflection is simply not human enough.

In a rare moment of self-awareness, the young woman even understood that her dependence was probably unhealthy. Henry, she declared, was a man 'whom I love too much for my peace.

Her conclusions were not always favorable, but she rarely aired her negative opinions about others even to her closest friends.

If you want anything good, get it from yourself," Epictetus

Your generation does everything so fast I think you've forgotten how to enjoy the pleasures of going slow.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea —e. e. cummings, "maggie and milly and molly and may

Does every woman at some point in her life wander through the sleeping house, looking in at her husband and children, and wonder what she's doing here, in this particular life?

Jews put black over mirrors during times os mourning so they wouldn't think about themselves. But I never did look in mirrors anyway, because I disliked myself. No, wait. I disliked my appearance.

Answers are closed rooms; and questions are open doors that invite us in.

Georgie) Why is it that you always want to run after the one that goes off in a huff, and push away the one who is clinging to you?

Does the hatred you feel ever disappear? Or is it something that never goes away... No matter how many times you try to erase it? What I have always feared the most... Is myself. Because I, too, have hatred inside me.

because, honestly, which of us really understands why we do the things we do?