Quotes About Introspection

I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.

The hand you hold the longest is your own.

Is this all you want?" Sam asked bitterly. "A good time?" "You're one to talk!" "I like a good time. But not all the time.

What was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

Do right. It's what Ling's mother would say. But in times like these, how could you know what was right? Ling sat on the steps for a while longer, watching Alma's champagne-colored dress swish down the street. Only when Alma rounded the corner did Ling let out the chocking sob. Good-bye, she whispered. Nearby, the bird watched her intently.

Jericho didn't seem to know life beyond the pages of a musty old book, and he didn't seem interested in knowing anything beyond that, either.

So, what's your type? Gonzo asks a few minutes later. ... Staci Johnson. Dude, I feel like I need to shave my insides when you say that.

I'm not really sure what I am at all anymore. We're not just sashes and states, Nicole said on a sigh. Or gender, Petra murmured. Or bodies. I'm sort of everything all at once, Nicole whispered. And then they were silent, lost to dreaming.

Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?

Creen que me conocen, pero no es así.

You have no idea how much you can come to know about a person when you see inside their dreams

But what was the point of living so quietly... you made no noise at all

I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.

He didn't know why he was running away. Maybe because being close to someone took a hell of a lot more guts than being alone.

Er wusste nicht, warum er davonlief. Vielleicht, weil man mehr Mut brauchte, sich jemandem nahe zu fühlen, als allein zu sein.

I encourage you to do this exercise. Do it now. Get out a piece of paper and make your (2) columns. List your husband's faults and as many of your wrong responses as you can think of. You'll be surprised that your responses are as bad or worse than his faults. After you have finished, confess your wrong attitudes to God and burn the paper. Definitely do not show it to your husband. This exercise is for your benefit - to help you get the plank out of your own eye!

There is no real aloneness. There is solitude and the nurturing silence that is relationship with ourselves, but even then we are part of something larger.

She had always enjoyed her sense of being alone, envisioning herself as a ball that rolled through life, bumping into other lives but not stopping.

You remember the 'be quiet' part of the rules? Embrace it.

And so it began, not with thunderous noise, or drama, or a cataclysmic collapse, but with . . . silence.

den a lot of times myself," she confessed.

While appreciating the beauty around her, Eden considered the darkness that lay ahead.

Giving him a wry look, Shiloh said, "I think you're forcing me to look at myself, what I want, who I am." "Good relationships always do that for both people, Darlin'. It's just a natural progression between them. It can bring out our self-awareness. It's not easy. But it's rewarding.