Quotes About Introspection

And nothing to look backward to with pride,And nothing to look forward to with hope.

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to knowWhat I was walling in or walling out.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out it was ourselves.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

Any doctrine that will not bear investigation is not a fit tenant for the mind of an honest man.

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and his fellow men.

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and to his fellow-men.

In the realm of thought majorities do not determine. Each brain is a kingdom, each mind is a sovereign.

In the presence of the unknown, all have an equal right to think.

He was not a man who told himself comfortable lies.

Writers are different," said Waldegrave. "I've never met one who was any good who wasn't screwy.

He was sorry, genuinely sorry, for the pain she was in. Yet the revelation had caused certain other feelings—feelings he usually kept under tight rein, considering them both misguided and dangerous—to flex inside him, to test their strength against their restraining bonds.

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....

She thought it might be the very first time that Strike had ever given any indication that he saw her as a woman, and she silently filed away the exchange to pore over later, in solitude.

He experienced one of those moments of simultaneous confusion and clarity that belong to the drunk and the desperate.

There's nothing of so infinite vexation As man's own thoughts. John Webster, The White Devil

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it. It took this… all of this mess… to make me realize I can't go on. I don't really know when I stopped loving him,

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it.

She lived alone and talked books not babies;