Quotes About Introspection

Tahtsin ära minna ja sumedas õhtuhämaruses pargi poole jalutada, aga iga kord, kui ma lahkumist üritasin, mässiti mind lärmakasse, pöörasesse vaidlusse, mis kiskus mu nagu köitega toolile tagasi. Ent küllap vaatas samal ajal mõni juhuslik möödamineja pimenevalt tänavalt üles, uudistades inimsaladusi, mida varjas meie kollaste akende rida.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.

I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.

Foarte puÈ›ini dintre cei care subliniaz? inutilitatea vieÈ›ii observ? inutilitatea lor înÈ™ile. Probabil cred c?, proclamând inutilitatea vieÈ›ii, reuÈ™esc s?-È™i salveze propia valoare de la ruin? - dar nu reulÈ™esc.

Tundsin end suurepäraselt. Olin tühjendanud kaks päratut vahuveinipokaali ja kõik, mis ma enda ümber nägin, omandas suure ning sügava tähenduse.

Iga inimene kipub enda juures nägema vähemasti üht suurt voorust, nii ka mina: ma olen aus inimene, üks vähestest, keda tunnen.

Isn't it funny and lonely being together, Dick? No place to go except close.

One thing I liked about Mason: he said things. I mean, I thought about a lot of things, but I never actually said them. Out loud. I turned away from him, gave a kick under the covers to show my irritation.

They say the truth can set you free, but sometimes it can really depress the hell out of you.

Evelyn stared into the empty ice cream carton and wondered where the smiling girl in the school pictures had gone.

I was sitting on the roof, and she didn't see me. I sit on the roof a lot. People never think to look up.

and now i know i'm not myself. how can i ever be myself again? i was never myself in the first place!

He sat there for a moment and then said, "Well … I

Walter Lippmann was once asked his views on a particular topic, he is said to have replied, "I don't know what I think on that one. I haven't written about it yet.

I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsure I love, but who is it for whom I sigh? Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?

Worry less about what other people think about you, and more about what you think about them.

Truly, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when you close the book; and having finished it, discover you are changed, yet unchanged!

My troubles are not outside me,' said Esther, 'they are inside me. Those are the worst troubles of all.

Because lurking somewhere beneath the surface of your brain is a vision of loneliness, and it will be a terrible moment when it breaks through, and you realise that your future is not a green pastures, but the knackers yard. We are all separate people, and we are all alone. It is a ridiculous thing to say that no man is an island. We are all islands. You can die, and Gerry won't. Gerry can die, and you won't. Our lives just go on, separate as they have always been.

actually been putting myself out there," Anna reminded

God in heaven, was this what I was put on earth for, to be a receptacle for men's lust?

It seems I've stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.

Man shouldn't be able to see his own face – there's nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.