Quotes About Introspection

Unknowingly she saw her own tragedies mirrored in his face.

I just think of people, she continued, whether they seem right where they are and fit into the picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I don't see why they should; in fact it always astonishes me when anybody does anything. You don't want to do anything? I want to sleep.

It was themselves he gave back to them, blurred by the compromises of how many years.

But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

It was good to be hard, then; all nice people were hard on themselves.

and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone, and yet to avoid all eyes. I

Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything.

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...

It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don't see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all—and yet there's something in that voice of hers….

She [dreamily]: I've kissed dozens of men. I suppose I'll kiss dozens more. He [abstractedly]: Yes, I suppose you could--like that. She: Most people like the way I kiss. He [remembering himself]: Good Lord, yes. Kiss me more, Rosalind. She: No-- my curiosity is generally satisfied at one.

epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. Myrtle

I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these.

I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

road under Doctor Eckleburg's persistent stare.

AMORY WRITES A POEM

being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only good, warmed by its only lights.

I know myself,' he cried, 'but that is all.

stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour.

Tok? gilinim?si ? save be jokios paguodos, nepatenkint? saviraiškos troškim? ir jausm?, kad laikas nepaliaujamai, tuš?iai lekia pro šal?, palengvina tik ?sitikinimas, kad n?ra ko prarasti, nes visos pastangos ir laim?jimai taip pat bever?iai.

I slunk off in direction of the cocktail table - the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes...

But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.