Quotes About Introspection

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?" ~pg 11

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

But wherever I am, whatever this world is, I've just got to be sure I'm me and that's what's real...Know yourself and go in swinging. If it hurts when you hit it, it might be real, too.

I wonder if realizing you're not sure about stuff is what makes you a grown up?

What kind of person am I when seen by you?

How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

She regards me quietly and then she quotes something Mistress Coyle once said to me. "We are the choices we make." It takes me a second to realize she's just said goodbye.

Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging.

The house was quiet when he got inside. Why wouldn't it be? He was alone.

Self-contained,' Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he'd had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember . . . Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn't, what was the point?

What are you?" Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a "what," frowned the monster. I am a "who." "Who are you, then?" Conor said. The monster's eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The

What if, on some level, way down deep inside, right down to the very simplest, purified form of who he was, what if he was corrupted? What if there was some tiny, tiny fault in the first building blocks of who he was, and everything since that moment of life was just papering over an essential crack? And he was just a carapace built on a facade built on scaffolding and there was no real core to him, no real central worth? At all?

Battle not with monsters lest you become a monster and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you. Friedrich Nietzsche

Just because my thoughts and feelings don't spill out into the world in a shout that never stops doesn't mean I don't have them.

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you ave any of yerself left at all?

Às vezes as pessoas precisam mentir para si mesmas acima de tudo.

But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didn't know which kind it was. Fear with hope, or fear without it.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all

There's peace to be found in doing something for yourself.

the first thing you find out when dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say about anything

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines