Quotes About Introspection

Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone her pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.

The happy passive nature, locked up with itself like a mirror in an airy room, reflects what goes on but demands not to be approached.

She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.

One can brood too much. Nostalgia can fuzz things up.

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

When it comes to yourself, follow God's formula- deny yourself of overindulgence (Proverbs 23:2 and 30:8), examine yourself for any sinful habits (1 Corinthians 11:28), % exercise yourself to godliness (1 Timothy 4:7), and IK- develop self-control (Galatians 5:23).

if I am faithfully and regularly acknowledging my sin to God, it's much easier to apologize to my husband because I'm already in the habit of saying "I'm sorry" to God.

of the few young men and boys at the fort, now that she was too old for racing and climbing trees with them, she felt both shy and critical...

Day after day Matt tramped the woods alone, trying to shake the doubts that walked beside him like his own shadow.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.

You make some big grandoise decision about what you need to do, or who you need to be, and then circumstances arise that immediately reveal to you how little you understood about yourself.

When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?

By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later—again, for its own mysterious reasons.

meditation vs prayer = listening vs talking

In the modern industrialized Western world, where I come from, the person whom you choose to marry is perhaps the single most vivid representation of your own personality. Your spouse becomes the most gleaming possible mirror through which your emotional individualism is reflected back to the world. There is no choice more intensely personal after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.

He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.

creative people always suffer from depression because we're so super sensitive and special?

Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?

I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.

What Richard is talking about is instead admitting to the existence of negative thoughts, understanding where they came from and why they arrived, and then - with great forgiveness and fortitude - dismissing them.