Quotes About Introspection

Freud was not entirely honest with himself when he said, "Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise".

I'm not a poet and I know it.

I have learnt that we expect honesty and genuineness from others, while not being honest and genuine with our own self.

Why would you ever premedicate honesty? To hesitate is to overthink how you feel. A blurted out answer is usually the most genuine.

True honesty is what you are willing to admit to yourself without judgement!

All honor's wounds are self-inflicted.

I have a huge and savage conscience that won't let me get away with things.

That being said, I am not one to feel sorry for myself. I believe it is healthy to honor one's feelings and do the best we can to learn and grow from them moving forward.

Honor is decency without vanity.

It's always an honor to be ranked high, but whatever is said about you, you take it and then take a realistic look at yourself and who you are.

I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor

The person you are is a thousand times more interesting than the best actor you could ever hope to be.

He who buries his head deep into a nosebag full of food cannot hope to see the invisible world.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.

I spend many months in apparently listless rumination out of which I hope something will emerge.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

The hope of the world lies in what one demands, not of others, but of oneself.

I do not care about my own appearance, but I would hope that people could see into my soul, and that is presented better in these photographs than in others. (On his self-portraits)

I hope I am a psychotherapist's dream. I've spent enough hours in therapy.

You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?

You hope that your teenage self would like and forgive your 50-year-old self.

It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too old to acquire the knack for happiness?