Quotes About Introspection

Gyerekfejjel Joan meg én külön világot teremtettünk magunknak, szembeszegülve azzal, amit most feln?ttként lelki szegénységnek nevezek. A lelki szegények szüntelen gyanakvással tekintenek mindenre, ami eltér az átlagtól, ismeretlen vagy nem általánosan elfogadott; azontúl minden, ami nem jár gyakorlati haszonnal, ugyancsak elvetend? a szemükben.

Selfishness is one of the principal fruits of the corruption of human nature; and it is obvious that selfishness disposes us to over-rate our good qualities, and to overlook or extenuate our defects.

Some might say that one's faith is a private matter and should not be spoken of so publicly. They might assert this in public, but what do they really think in their hearts? The fact is, those who say such things usually don't even have a concern for faith in the privacy of their interior lives.

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

A deep distress hath humanized my Soul.

Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,And pure religion breathing household laws.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

The harvest of a quiet eye.

We feel that we are greater than we know.

That inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.

I had melancholy thoughts... a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place.

And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much, The self-sufficing power of solitude.

A deep distress hath humanised my soul.

Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself — no helper hast thou here — Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.

Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things.

I cannot paint what then I was.

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. - Beclouded

Plain living and high thinking.

The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In loneliness of heart.

The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me.