Quotes About Introspection

The real dragon haunted my head and heart.

Poets and novelists and playwrights make themselves, against terrible resistances, give over what the rest of us keep safely locked within our hearts.

Here's the thing about being shy: just because you're not bowling people over with your giant personality, they might think there's not a lot going on inside. But they'd be wrong. Quiet types have rich inner worlds - we just don't let everyone see them.

At first it upset me to realize how many people are, at heart, selfish. Now I take that in stride, but people's loneliness still gets to me.

Tu es tres belle quand tu marches dans les vestibules, quand tu empiles des livres, et quand tu pleures.

It's asking for trouble to listen to music alone.

I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and leaflets that come through the door, unsolicited mail. None of it lasts long and it doesn't give me answers. Reading too fast is not soothing.

It's just that I'm happy now, and I guess that's how we judge a place, isn't it? Not for what it is, but for what we are when we live there.

A café is for "people who want to be alone but need company for it." –Noel Riley Fitch, Paris Café: The Select Crowd

Everyone is fond of plucky children, kids who launch into adventures, even (within reason) kids who sass back. What about the girl who sits for a long time and watches other children going down the slide, whose legs quiver just from imagining how it will feel to stand at the top of that silver swoop into the unknown?

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?' I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. 'You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this.' 'Is it because you loved me?' I persisted. 'Or because you do not?

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?" I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. "You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this." "Is it because you loved me?" I persisted. "Or because you do not?

A friend of mine once told me 'For people like us, the meaning is the search for the meaning.

At least we know we tend to be afraid. If you object to my plural noun, I'll retract it.

Perhaps no word exists in our terribly inadequate English language to name this abstract, emotional thing that is not forgiveness, is not forgetting, and also is both.

I had asked Hunter once, when he was in a rare calm mood, 'Do you know when you're about to change? Are you aware of it?' Hunter said, 'Sandy, do you know what it's like? I'm just standing here, and I have a sense that something is about to happen. And then I start to turn my head, and it's here. The monster's here.

To see some truths you must stand outside and look in.

There is no terror so powerful as the one never faced.

What is first seen as a loss is now seen as a gain. For he finds solitude, not in far off, quite places; he creates it out of himself, spreads it around him, wherever he may be, because he loves it and slowly he ripens in this tranquility. For the inner process is beginning to unfold, stillness is extraordinarily important.

He looked at his cactus again, the enormous green phallus, the thorned phallus.

Only he who knows his own weaknesses can endure those of others.

The silent man is the best to listen to.

Introspection and preserved writings give us far more insight into the ways of past humans than we have into the ways of past dinosaurs. For that reason, I'm optimistic that we can eventually arrive at convincing explanations for these broadest patterns of human history.

We have not yet proven that they can. But if we do, it will be because we faced the truth unflinchingly. We will have to shun the shakedown artists and guiltmongers. Whites will have to turn their backs on cowardly, dishonest behavior designed solely to escape charges of "racism." They must reject wholesale, off-the-shelf accusations and search for explanations that go deeper than the sloganeering, grandstanding, and buffoonery that now control the field.