Quotes About Introspection

It was something he had always done - moved apart, so he could be alone and think things or a little.

Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was permanent, the canyon deep. He could not get across it, back to himself. His last moments as himself had been spent casually—making a campfire, drinking coffee, saddling a horse.

For a time Dish lost all sense of what life was about. He even lost the sense that he was a cowboy, the strongest sense he had to work with. He was just a fellow with a glass in his hand, whose life had suddenly turned to mud. The day before he had been a top hand, but what did that mean anymore?

In the last year or two he had not only grown indifferent to company, he had begun to find it irritating.

You know more than you say and I say more than I know. That means we're a perfect match, as long as we don't hang around one another more than an hour at a stretch.

In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.

Her own folly amused her: she had once thought of herself as smart—but look at where she was.

The reason I'm so crazy is because nobody cares anything about me. I don't guess there's anybody I care much about, either. It's my own fault, though - I haven't had the guts to try and do anything about it.

Don't be reviling yourself. None of us is such fine judges of what to do.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

Captain McCrae was wanting to know the answer to questions that had no answer.

Indeed, looking back on her twenty-four years of marriage to Rudyard—something, admittedly, that she seldom did—Aurora could not remember a single thing that had been his fault, unless it was Emma, and even that was questionable.

Aurora could not recall that she had been precisely heartbroken - her heart had never had time to get focused exactly - but for several years thereafter she did feel that life was a comedown in some respects.

I don't guess I've watched you punish yourself for thirty years to be totally wrong about you.

don't care if they're horses or women or Indians or what. I learned long ago there's much to be said for dumbness.

He had know several men who blew their heads off, and he has pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.

said quietly. "It's how much you're worth to yourself. It's what you really can feel that makes you nice.

If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day— that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

Since sport was what he had been brooding

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Matthew 7:3

It can be wonderful to see something about ourselves, even when what we're seeing is not especially wonderful.

But finally, you're not studying Buddhism. You're studying you.

We've heard the content of our mental formations so many times we're sick of them.