Quotes About Introspection

You don't need cry for others its worthless.

Every silence says something: the silence between words, between notes in music and between people.

S.I.N.G.L.E Sometimes. I'll. Never. Go. Looking. Either.

Only remember, if you don't find what you need... in this life it's permissible to forgive oneself too.

Lately, he had been thinking. He'd been thinking that his life didn't reflect everything going on inside his head.

It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards.

But the romantic atmosphere only heightened his feeling of icy fatness.

But whether he was happy or not it is hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither. He had memories to disturb him and a plant hasn't, but after the first bad night his memories were quiet.

He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.

He sees that the majority of letters are profoundly humble pleas fpr moral and spiritual advixe, that they are inarticulate expressions of genuine suffering. He also discovers that his correspondents take him seriously. For the first time in his life, he is forced to examine the values by which he lives. This examinatin shows him that he is the victim of the joke and not the perpetator.

Objectivism comes on, sometimes, as if the most important issue you have to understand is the issue of egoism versus altruism. But thats nowhere near the beginning of the process.

When your principles seem to be demanding suicide, clearly it's time to check your premises.

Self-esteem is the reputation we acquire with ourselves.

Of all the judgments we pass in life, none is more important than the judgment we pass on ourselves.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart What jailer so inexorable as one's self

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it... She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, short of lotus, lay back between table and couch. In the upset zone known as not yet there they reconvened, she unexpected harmony's ghost, another she recondite solace's regret. . . They sat on the floor sipping herb as we looked on, incense an androgyne funk, flesh crevice, book of anabatic recess

Nickerson began to understand, as only an adolescent on the verge of adulthood can understand, that the carefree days of childhood were gone forever: "Then it was that I, for the first time, realized that I was alone upon a wide and an unfeeling world . . . without one relative or friend to bestow one kind word upon me.

Saying she doesn't mind being alone...that she's alright... There isn't a person alive who'd really feel that way!

If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs.

Tohru(thinking): There is an umeboshi-- on your back. Tohru (outloud): Maybe the reason people get jealous of eachother is because they can clearly see the umeboshi on other people's backs. I can see them too. I can see them perfectly. There is an amazing umeboshi on your back, Kyo-kun.

In the end, I'm always like this. Whether I get involved with people or not...before I know it, I've done something wrong and made someone upset. I'm even disappointing myself. How many times? How many more times do I have to let myself down for this to stop?

I think...there were a lot of instances where I avoided people to protect myself. I wouldn't bother anyone that way. If I don't know anything, if I don't take an interest in anything, if I don't get involved in anything...I won't have to go through unnecessary pain. But...at the same time, I might have kept myself from seeing...things that were very important...by always looking down. Even things I really...really...wanted...

I wanted people to notice me...but at the same time, I wanted to be left alone.