Quotes About Introspection

What to do when the world was on fire and you didn't have the equipment to put out the flames, when the fire was in you as much as it was around you, and no matter what you did or did not do, your actions would change nothing?

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

You know now how deeply unhappy your mother was, and you also know that in his own fumbling way your father loved her, that is, to the extent he was capable of loving anyone, but they made a botch of it, and to be a part of that disaster when you were a boy no doubt drove you inward, turning you into a man who has spent the better part of his life sitting alone in a room.

Vingt ans, et déjà je me sentais victime d'un sort contraire.

He olvidado qué era, dijo. Yo también, dijo Camier. Yo nunca lo supe, dijo Mercier.

It's also a good idea to practice microdosing outside of the context in which you make important decisions. Take time over the weekend or away from work to experience the effects of microdosing on your body and mind. It will help you develop the self-awareness necessary to sidestep these potential pitfalls so you can facilitate a more beneficial experience for yourself.

Your dad used to think I was bipolar, but what I really am is by myself.

It was hard to say if the statement was some sort of suicidal ideation, but one could hope.

Who am I? And how may I become myself?

Spencer wanted to defend his actions but knew that anything he'd say would sound hollow. Goose bumps rose on his skin. He felt as if he were shrinking before Winston, soluble in his own bullshit, his body bubbling and floating toward the sky in tiny pieces like an antacid tablet dissolving into the night. Before disappearing completely, he turned to leave.

Which one is grammatically correct? I never know.

you have to ask yourself two questions: Who am I? And how may I become myself?

Dumbfounded, I stood before the court, trying to figure out if there was a state of being between "guilty" and "innocent." Why were those my only alternatives? I thought. Why couldn't I be "neither" or "both"? After a long pause, I finally faced the bench and said, "Your Honor, I plead human.

We have gut feelings, but we also have the capacity to override them, to think through issues, including moral issues, and to come to conclusions that can surprise us. I think this is where the real action is. It's what makes us distinctively human, and it gives us the potential to be better to one another, to create a world with less suffering and more flourishing and happiness. There

One reason why doing nothing is so unpleasant is that our thoughts, unfettered by distraction, take us to uncomfortable places. Boredom is the opposite of BDSM: instead of escaping from the self, you're wallowing in it.

Picking a fight with the biggest guy in the room might look like a useful way to assess how tough I am, but if this is why I'm doing it, then I'm not tough at all—I'm painfully insecure. Similarly, choosing to mountain-climb in the service of mettle-testing might reflect your self-doubt, not your courage and taste for adventure.

WE'VE BEEN TALKING about meaningful pursuits, but there are meaningful experiences as well. Here the bar is dropped somewhat. These can be more passive and don't necessarily involve achieving a goal. What seems to be key here is that they will change you in some way.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not the energy to ascertain his position in time and space, he also lacked the desire. ... In utter comfort, utter relaxation he lay absolutely still for a while, and then sank back into on the the light momentary sleeps that occur after a long, profound one.

Whenever he was en route from one place to another, he was able to look at his life with a little more objectivity than usual. it was often on trpis that he thought most clearly, and made the decisions that he could not reach when he was stationary.

Accept the long night patiently, quietly, humbly, and resignedly as intended for your true good. It is not a punishment for sin committed but an instrument of annihilating egoism.

Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.

Such excessive preoccupation with his faults is not a truly spiritual activity but, on the contrary, a highly egoistic one.The recognition of his own faults should make a man humbler, when it is beneficial, not prouder, which the thought that he ought to have been above these faults makes him.

Whoever wants the "I" to yield up its mysterious and tremendous secret must stop it from looking perpetually in the mirror, must stop the little ego's fascination with its own image.