Quotes About Introspection

I know it's useless to talk. But sometimes I feel so lonely.

you got him alone tonight--there'll be a beautiful moon to fill him with poetry and loneliness

I discovered early in life that living frightened me when I was sober.

You're lying to yourself again. You wanted to get rid of them. Their contempt and disgust aren't pleasant company. You're glad they're gone.

Az a fura érzésem támadt, hogy a háborúban mindig ugyanazt az embert kell újra meg újra meggyilkolnunk, míg végül rá fogok ébredni, hogy én magam vagyok az az ember!

Hij keek Madeleine aan. Misschien was ze toch niet zo bijzonder. Ze was zijn ideaal, maar een vroege versie daarvan, en hij zou er mettertijd wel overheen komen. Hij lachte haar een beetje sullig toe. Hij had nu een beter gevoel over zichzelf, alsof hij misschien nog wel eens iets zou kunnen bereiken.

The hermit crab doesn't look too closely, he just crawls into a shell that isn't his. But remains a hermit. That's my hang-up: if I leave my shell, I can't crawl into yours.

By then I had moved often enough not to have the usual illusions about a clean slate or a fresh start or a new life. I knew that I could not escape myself. And the idea of beginning again, with no furniture and no friends, was exhausting. So my happiness then is hard to explain. I am tempted now to believe that entering the life one is meant to inhabit is a thrilling sensation and that is all.

You see.. I have this book. Within the pages of this book are things that I should've told you. I call this book "Hesitation".

This isn't just 'the way things are.' This is the way you made them. This is the result of your choices, your actions. Yours.

The unexamined life is not worth living, but the unlived life is not worth examining.

Our moral decisions about ourselves can be spiritual. Our moral decisions about other people can only be practical.

It's true that the unexamined life is not worth living, but the unlived life is not worth examining.

The human heart is so steeped in self-deception that it can easily outrun its own lies. It can use even meticulous honesty as a form of dishonesty, a way of saying to God, "Look how honest I am.

Maybe the problem is that you are trying to understand a philosophy instead of trying to get to know a man." I recognized this on the instant as the single smartest thing anyone had ever said to me.

You cannot know yourself alone, any more than you can see your own face without a mirror.

That was the trouble with searching for the truth. It wasn't always pleasant. It wasn't always something you wanted to find.

I can't compete with the woman in your head, Cam. I don't even know if she's real.

You are . . . depressed? Bored?" "Are there other feelings?

I do tend to like people in practice, even though I've built an airtight

I wanted to understand her. I wanted her, more dubiously, to understand me .

It had occurred to me lately that it was much more possible than I'd previously considered to be both 'self-aware' and fundamentally wrong about the nature of the self.

Leslie didn't feel welcome, though she recognized that this was, again, mostly her problem. Wasn't alienation always your own fault? People were what they were. You could either get in line and find a way to make it work or be a soul adrift upon the wandering etc. People could surprise you. People were interesting. The problem was you.

the dreamy endlessness of the afternoons spent deep in her own mind.