Quotes About Introspection

Who had uttered these words? They had not frightened me. They were clearly audible to me yet I knew the did not ring out across the air like the chilling cough of the old man in the chair, They came from deep inside me, from my soul. Never before had I believed or suspected that I had a soul but just then I knew I had.

Dermot Trellis'in akli melekeleri geldiÄŸinde aral?klarla teker teker geldiler, öyle hep birden deÄŸil. Hepsi kendi ?st?raplar?yla geldiler ve sanki her an kalk?p gideceklermiÅŸ gibi akl?n s?n?r?nda endiÅŸeyle durdular.

To know oneself is, above all, to know what one lacks. It is to measure oneself against Truth, and not the other way around. The first product of self-knowledge is humility . . .

Most of us come to the church by a means the church does not allow.

He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.

It does not take much to make us realize what fools we are, but the little it takes is long in coming.

He had a look of composed dissatisfaction, as if he understood life thoroughly.

Parker sat for a long time on the ground in the alley behind the pool hall, examining his soul. He saw it as a spider web of facts and lies that was not at all important to him but which appeared to be necessary in spite of his opinion.

Woman! do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!

He knew something was going to happen and his entire system was waiting on it. He thought it was going to be one of the supreme moments in life but apart from that, he didn't have the vaguest notion what it might be. He pictured himself, after it was over, as an entirely new man, with an even better personality than he had now. He sat there for about fifteen minutes and nothing happened.

To know oneself is, above all, to know what one lacks.

what they have to say about themselves makes me think that there is a lot of ill-directed good in them.

The first product of self-knowledge is humility.

I have one of those food-chopper brains that nothing comes out of the way it went in.

His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.

Mrs. Turpin felt entirely hollow except for her heart which swung from side to side as if it were agitated in a great empty drum of flesh

Writing this, he had reached the pit of despair and he thought that reading it, she would at least begin to sense his tragedy and her part in it. It was not that she had ever forced her way on him. That had never been necessary. Her way had simply been the air he breathed and when at last he had found other air, he couldn't survive in it. He felt that even if she didn't understand at once, the letter would leave her with an enduring chill and perhaps in time lead her to see herself as she was.

The longer you look at one object, the more of the world you see in it.

The fiction writer has to engage in a continual examination of conscience. He has to be aware of the freak in himself.

And as for that strangeness in your gut, that comes from you, not the Lord. When you were a child you had worms. As likely as not you have them again.

Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car.

His thoughts were heavy as if they had to struggle up through some dense medium to reach the surface of his mind.

All day Joy sat on her neck in a deep chair, reading. Sometimes she went for walks but she didn't like dogs or cats or birds or flowers or nature or nice young men. She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.

Any discipline can help your writing: logic, mathematics, theology, and of course and particularly drawing. Anything that helps you to see, anything that makes you look.