Quotes About Introspection

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

THE VOICE: (to BEAUTY) Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.

I was rather literary in college—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the 'Yale News.'—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the 'well-rounded man.' This isn't just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted

As for Tom, the fact that he had some woman in New York was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

Sometimes I don't know whether Zelda and I are real or just characters in one of my novels.

When you get drunk you don't tear anything apart except yourself.

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don't know.

i was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself

I'm a cynical idealist.' He paused and wondered if that meant anything.

January, the Monday of months....

Bright unused beauty still plaugued her in the mirror.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. I know myself, he cried, but that is all.

i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read read what? everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.

God, am I like the rest after all?—So he used to think starting awake at night—Am I like the rest?

A man who was aware that there could be no honor and yet had honor, who knew the sophistry of courage and yet was brave.