Quotes About Introspection

Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.

The oldster looked at his Crowner, his brows lifted high over his pale eyes, adding wrinkles to an already wrinkled brow.

She'd stared at the darkened ceiling half the night wondering about what Murphy had said. Turning the comment every which way. And every way she turned it, she ended up with the same view: Murphy had feelings for her. She couldn't believe he might love her—though his answer to Dad's question suggested otherwise. And she definitely wasn't about to address the subject with him. Last night had been awkward enough.

What's going on behind those green eyes?" "So much." "Tell me." It

Josephine wasn't much for praying . It had never done her any good.

To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul's hall.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

The Broken Sandal" Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke. Nothing to hold it to my foot. How shall I walk? Barefoot? The sharp stones, the dirt. I would hobble. And– Where was I going? Where was I going I can't go to now, unless hurting? Where am I standing, if I'm to stand still now?

and nothing was burning, nothing but I

She didn't read to show off at book groups or for discussion. She never made a show of her erudition. She just liked to be lost.

Heather knows why and when her marriage ended with Richie and she knows why my marriage ended with Charlie.

It's not possible to live twenty-four hours a day soaked in the immediate awareness of one's sex. Gendered self-consciousness has, mercifully, a flickering nature.

So I did indeed set out, as John Steinbeck says in his gavels with Charley, "not to instruct others but to inform myself.

I felt as though my wish for death contained a kind of logic that I couldn't access with my usual overly protective thoughts. That, prior to then, I'd been a kind of actor or self-hypnotist, not just when I socialized with other people but when I even thought of other people, which, put together, constituted almost always. That my wish had been completely understanding because it knew me, unlike my friends.

I often half wonder why it is that life, or mine at least, seems less to change from day to day than to be solved like an equation.

not yet knowing myself in the slightest, I'd done nothing but convince myself I was in love with one cute, suicidal basket case after another.

There are so many more important things to worry about than how you're perceived by strangers.

If we were to excavate the deepest recesses of our consciousness, we would discover many beliefs about ourselves that are simply not true and that may never have been true. Yet we live from these beliefs as if they were true because we have never identified them clearly enough to question them, to challenge them.

You don't have to go on a quest to "find" silence-it's a matter of uncovering it right where you are. Think about it: if all external and internal sounds were eliminated, only silence would remain. The question is, how much silence can you bear? How deep are you willing to go below surface living to reconnect with who you truly are?

I rant, therefore I am.

Dennis Miller

I don't trust what this life has given me.

I'll be the judge of my own manliness

These portals of consciousness, and one of them is called me.