Quotes About Introspection

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.

I was just thinking that I started off OK," Jo said. "There wasn't anything different or wrong with me when I was born. I wasn't inherently bad or freakish.

You can write books, but there's only ever one book that's really you.

She wanted to know about them, not to know them.

she was a little frightened that first afternoon. There seemed such a huge expanse of water and sky, and so little of herself.

I don't know these stories as well as they know me, I've discovered.

This stuff of a past not worthily lived is also medicine.

Why climb a mountain? Look! a mountain there. I don't climb mountain. Mountain climbs me. Mountain is myself. I climb on myself. There is no mountain nor myself. Something moves up and down in the air. Nanao Sakaki

Iris Murdoch defined humility as a "selfless respect for reality.

Except for those people over there with the wagonette we might be the only living creatures in the whole world,' said Edith, airily dismissing the entire animal kingdom at one stroke.

Thinking's all right if you have the time for it.

Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss.

Sometimes it's easier not to try to understand people.

Look, I could go on and on and on telling you why I hate myself, but it's so self-centered…and I'm not like that. I'm a giver. So I'd rather branch out and start giving it to everyone else.

I have never learned how to tell somebody something good about myself; that should be a secret they must find out .

I hate everyone, starting with myself. (Title of her autobiography.

We are such idiots, We think everyone else has it all figured out. But we're all stumbling around in dark rooms bumping into furniture and stifling our cries so no one will know.

A man must walk only his own path...Never another's or his feet will grow tired and sore. And he will feel lost even when he arrives.

Emma's lips drew together into a thoughtful

I believe God loves those moments when we do without him.

by the age of six he had realized that] it was useless to behave and maybe also to believe

we really have to go back inside? It's not our fault that we're here. I wanted for us to turn around and go home. Really I did. I knew something was wrong." Boy

The following morning she realised they hated her. That hurt her feelings; she always preferred her hatred to be unreciprocated.