Quotes About Introspection

I love to smell flowers in the dark, she said. You get hold of their soul then.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

I've come home in love with loneliness

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with a dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out.

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.

I won't say another word -- not one. I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I say far too much, yet if you only knew how much I want to say and don't, you'd give me some credit for it.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

She could keep her silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?

The trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her, said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly realized this.

Am i talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one who differs from her.

I'm afraid you'll find out all too soon that life's a melancholy business.

It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

I feel sorry now myself," admitted Davy, "but the trouble is I never feel sorry for doing things till after I've did them.