Quotes About Introspection

Okay so enough about me..now what do you think about me?

I was scared of the way I felt when I ran away, knowing that if I stopped, I might have to confront the reason why I was always running - and I'd have to admit that there was no reason. Run, run, run. Was it toward something or away from something else? The senselessness of this display was too upsetting and contemplate.

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic—I was the attic itself.

You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended to philosophical heights.

But what if you are the only resting point you know of? What if you are absolute zero? What if only you can catch yourself?

I'm a stranger wherever I go because I'm strange to myself. My mind just goes off doing its own thing, never consulting me at all about whether it's all right to feel this way or that.

I was born with a mind that is compromised by preternatural unhappiness, and I might have died very young or done very little. Instead, I made a career out of my emotions.

My improved affect did not in any way sway me from the philosophical conviction that life, at its height and at its depth, basically sucks.

It's a hard time to be human. We know too much and too little.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be

I feel rather a fool writing down my thoughts

Be careful to know yourself when the time comes," he warned the Little King. "The man who fails the test will run for the rest of his life, with the beast still in his heart.

Now, I'm not the sort to find fault in myself just because others do;

But now what? Is this a ticket to a new understanding of my life, or a bomb that's going to blow up everything? Consider one more possibility: that you remain essentially the same person you were, neither new nor destroyed.

When the words dance privately for you, it is possible to feel not alone.

What is it about men that makes women so lonely?

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or he'll which way to fall.

He goes back to his childhood, as old men do.

Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow, the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within, all these settled into their perpetual pattern, a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep.

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or hell which way to fall.

more impenetrable solitudes

The key to surviving and thriving in leadership often rests in increasing our self-awareness.

If I won't be myself, who will?

I am a stranger in a world I never made