Quotes About Introspection

The more I think about it, the more terrified I am.

The most profound and difficult questions that could possibly be posed by the human mind or heart will be answered within for the price of one florit.

He had such a kind voice, that of a man who sees his own faults and forgives himself for them--not arrogantly or leniently but with wisdom--knowing he, as are all humans, is hopelessly flawed.

She had never looked to see what lay beneath the surface, because the surface was easy enough to polish and keep bright.

I don't know," said Diana. "I gave up a long time ago trying to decide whether we're ever ourselves or are only playing roles. And who could tell which the role was, the passionate kisser or the ruthless conqueror? Maybe they both are roles. Or maybe they're both true. Can't two contradictory things exist inside one person?

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

She can only see other people in reference to how they make her feel

Life is just a process to figure out who we are.

And without even trying, she fell in love. Not with some guy who sent her an e-mail or posted a profile. No, she'd found someone else. Someone who'd always been around but to whom she'd never really given a second thought. Herself.

You try not to think about life's darkest things, but sometimes they just flood into your head and you can't stop them.

L'âme d'autrui est une forêt obscure où il faut marcher avec précaution. (The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully.)

But things were different when she was on her own. She didn't have to put a brave face on it.

Wherever you go, the most of life will have to happen in your mind.

Some questions don't have answers, which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn.

When you've lived alone for a number of years I'm afraid that you begin to realize how hard it would be to accommodate to living with someone else. Adjusting to or even indulging his desires and his life. It was clear to me that I was married to my job. And that I loved it.

The more subtle inheritance of my strange childhood was the feeling, which we all shared to some extent, of believing we were never quite going about things correctly. Had I said the right thing? Had I worn the right clothes? Was I attractive? These questions were unsettling and self-absorbing, even overwhelming at times, and remained so throughout much of my adult life, until, at last, I grew impatient with dwelling on the past.

He, who hated to hurt people, had to begin to deal with all the hurt his actions had wrought—for me, for the children, for Robin, for himself.

We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault, because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change.

I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret if you have any sense, and if you don't regret them, maybe you're stupid.

I get so tired of moral bookkeeping.

I suppose if alcohol had been available to me that November, I would have become a drunk. As it was, the only thing I could lose my miserable self in was books.

I was quite sure I was crazy, and it was amazing that as soon as I admitted it, I became quite calm. There was nothing I could do about it. I seemed relatively harmless. After

Civilization as well as education takes a downward spiral when it ceases to ask What is truth? and concerns itself primarily with what is measurable.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.