Quotes About Introspection

Uncle Jim, if I wasn't ME who'd I be?' and, 'Uncle Jim, what would happen if God died?

Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less.

I thought out a splendid prayer after I went to bed

Genelde kas?m tats?z bir ayd?r, sanki y?l aniden giderek ya?land???n? fark etmi? de s?zlan?p dert yanmaktan ba?ka elinden bir ?ey gelmiyormu? gibidir.

She wanted to be alone—to think things out—to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world into which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered as to her own identity. Was she—could she be—the same Rilla Blythe who had

Ä°nsanlar gerçek düÅŸüncelerini dile getirseler bu dünya çok daha ilginç bir yer olurdu; gerçi zaten çok ilginç bir yer.

The more I saw of men, the more I liked cats.

Jane did not like Phyllis. Sometimes Jane thought drearily that there must be something the matter with her when there were so many people she didn't like.

In these ten minutes Rilla passed through a dizzying succession of anger, laughter, contempt, depression and inspiration. Oh, people were—funny! How little they understood.

People say men are interesting. They may be. But I shall never get well enough acquainted with any of them to find out.

É fácil demais ser mau sem se dar conta disso, não é?

It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity. CHAPTER 12 A Solemn Vow and Promise

We all come back to God in these days of soul-sifting, said Gertrude to John Meredith. There have been many days in the past when I didn't believe in God—not as God—only as the impersonal Great First Cause of the scientists. I believe in Him now—I have to—there's nothing else to fall back on but God—humbly, starkly, unconditionally.

Where is my conscience, Anne? I want to know. Is it in my stomach?

Leaving this Parthian shaft to rankle in Anne's stormy bosom, Marilla descended to the kitchen, grievously troubled in mind and vexed in soul.

Tenía la incómoda sensación de que era algo pecaminoso entregar el corazón con tanta intensidad a una criatura humana y quizá se había sometido a una especie de penitencia inconsciente siendo más estricta y crítica con aquella niña.

feel that she possesses a rich nature, into which a friend might enter as into a kingdom; but for some reason she bars every one out and shuts all her possibilities up in herself, so that they cannot develop and blossom.

if I wasn't ME who'd I be?

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting. One June evening, when

I think, said Jane decidedly, that I should apologise to God.

There's all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods... of the shore... of the meadows... of the nigh... of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell you where I am by the quality of the silence about me.

Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I

The girl's beauty and sorrow and loneliness drew her with an irresistible fascination.