Quotes About Introspection

You need that disagreement, we all do, so that we can realize that the world isn't smooth and even, not everyone agrees with everyone else. You need a window into another world to work out what you think of your own.

Dovid thought: our words will swallow us. We have spat them out, but in the end they will drown us.

Yes. I'm married. But that is a thing between me and Dovid, do you see? And whatever harm you might do to it has been done already. There is nothing more. And whatever pain I may give him, I have caused already. I know that. And whatever God may think of me, He thinks already.

She has always known exactly how to be silent.

There are no shortcuts. Not to understanding and not to knowledge. You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone,

You need a window into another world to work out what you think of your own.

He could not hope to discover, let alone understand, what thoughts moved her as she sat holding his hand to her cheek. He was alone, in the smallness of the room, in the space within him. And yet they were both together, alone. He understood, as if the knowledge had been waiting for him in this windowless chamber. That was, at bottom, what it amounted to. To be alone, together.

There was a time when Esti thought that Ronit's face contained the world, but now, well, it's just a face. She's grateful for that, grateful for the change, because it's not good to see the world in a face that doesn't belong to you, that's always turning away from you.

No man should be told he's a god while he still lives,' he said at last. 'It doesn't promote good thinking.

After three weeks on Zoloft and Lexapro, I felt like a new person. But not a person anyone would ever want to get to know.

Shut up and look holy!

fact that she couldn't understand herself.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

What are other women really thinking, feeling, experiencing, when they slip away from the gaze and culture of men?

It was beyond him to resign himself to some simple, cynical generality about life. Had he been able to do so, he would have been more comfortable. But because he could not, the heaviness in his heart persisted.

no one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate

My conscience is the tribunal before which I call my conduct.

It is not genius which reveals to me suddenly, secretly, what I have to say or do in a circumstance unexpected by other people: it is reflection, it is meditation.

The only conquests that are permanent and leave no regrets are our conquests over ourselves.

Ordinarily men exercise their memory much more than their judgment.

It is a mistake, too, to say that the face is the mirror of the soul. The truth is, men are very hard to know, and yet, not to be deceived, we must judge them by their present actions, but for the present only.