Quotes About Introspection

You mustn't take any notice of what I'm saying when I'm talking to myself. It's only a bad habit we fall into when we're solitary and we always say the worst to ourselves.

The loneliness of writing drives me nuts sometimes. Notice when it's going bad, it's loneliness and when it's going good it's solitude.

Both writing and praying are acts of deep vulnerability.

I am like you, curious and small. Like you, I pause alertly and open my senses to try to read the air, the clouds, the sun's slant, the little movements of the animals, all in the hope I will learn the secret of whether I am loved."5

She begins, "What is the question we spend our entire lives asking?" and answers, "Our question is this: Are we loved? I don't mean by one another." She closes her sermon to the snakes with these words: "I am like you, curious and small. Like you, I pause alertly and open my senses to try to read the air, the clouds, the sun's slant, the little movements of the animals, all in the hope I will learn the secret of whether I am loved.

Maybe the bottom of my own night is a darkness I cannot descend into without "the light that is within me" becoming dark.

In writing, we see, sometimes with fear and trembling, who we have been, who we really are, and we glimpse now and then who we might become.

If only faces could talk....

Art is a way of knowing what it is we actually believe.

There are stories that don't need a plot. Sooner or later they rise above the confusion and untangle their mysteries in a series of sentences.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.

The camera is an instrument of detection…we photograph what we know and what we don't know… when I point my camera at something I am asking a question and the photograph is sometimes an answer… In other words, I am not trying to prove anything. I am the one who is getting the lesson.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

Charles sat in lone splendor on a huge couch in the middle of Angus's spacious living room--while the other ten or twelve people present made themselves at home on the other side of the room. Anna surveyed the scene. "Okay," she said. "Who's been being a grouch?

Some wounds need to be pricked so they can drain. Others just need to be left alone.

Can you hear the silence? It's the good kind of silence, not the silence that listens back.

The thought of herself as decoration was absurd.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall," Asil murmured when Tad quit speaking. "Shh," said Tad. "This isn't that mirror. That mirror broke, and good riddance to it. Let's not give this one ideas, please.

If you are considering a new relationship, be discriminating. Notice the difference between what you want, what you imagine, and what you are actually getting. Notice if you and your new mate share the same reality.

So, get still and listen to the soul. What do you want?