Quotes About Introspection

And she said such strange things! To her own mother she had said—without warning "Woman! do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!" she had cried sinking down again and staring at her plate, "Malebranche was right: we are not our own light. We are not our own light!

Sometimes Mrs. Turpin occupied herself at night naming the classes of people.

She would have been a good woman if there had been someone there to shoot her every minute of her life.

My heroine already is, and is Hulga.

My daddy said I was a different breed of dog from my brothers and sisters. 'You know,' Daddy said, 'it's some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it's others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters. He's going to be into everything!

He seemed to be a young man but he had a look of composed dissatisfaction as if he understood life thoroughly.

I am not a warthog from hell.

Haze stood for a few minutes, looking over at the scene. His face seemed to reflect the entire distance across the clearing and on beyond, the entire distance that extended from his eyes to blank gray sky that went on, depth after depth, into space.

Je ne me battrais pas pour chaque mot tombé de ma bouche, mais il y a des tas de choses dont je ne parviens pas à parler et pour lesquelles je me battrais.

i write because i don't know what i think until i read what i say

His heart constricted with a repulsion for himself so clear and intense that he gasped for breath. He had stuffed his own emptiness with good works like a glutton.

True culture is in the mind, the mind," he said, and tapped his head, "the mind." "It's in the heart," she said, "and in how you do things and how you do things is because of who you are." "Nobody in the damn bus cares who you are." "I care who I am," she said icily.

Los dioses no estaban ya, y Cristo no estaba todavía, y de Cicerón a Marco Aurelio hubo un momento único en que el hombre estuvo solo.

You don't know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.

je suis doué d'une sensibilité absurde, ce qui érafle les autres me déchire.

Çok geçmeden ba??ms?zl???n yeni tad?, yaln?zl??? daha çekilir bir duruma getirdi.

el aburrimiento, araña silenciosa, tejía su tela en la sombra de todos los rincones de su corazón

Tout comme Flaubert, "je suis doué d'une sensibilité absurde, ce qui érafle les autres me déchire.

Flaubert Gustave Flaubert

Why am I so famous? What am I doing right? What are the others doing wrong?

I had a sense of who I was before I got famous.

But I don't feel the need to be famous.

I'm not a designer, nor do I fancy myself a designer.

I am very shy with the girls I fancy.