Quotes About Introspection

In many ways life is a journey from the head to the heart.

All judgment of others is cloaked self-judgment. It is necessarily so. Profound spiritual growth occurs when we bravely pull that cloak away and acknowledge how we feel about ourselves. This process is difficult and requires unflinching self-candor, but its rewards are great.

He began to get the feeling that dear Uncle Carol "was drifting about in an Edwardian summer

Most men lead lives of quiet aspiration.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.

He was only now outgrowing his playboy phase, groping his way out of frivolity the way others might grope their way out of atheism.

The grateful person, being still the most severe exacter of himself, not only confesses, but proclaims, his debts.

Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.

We tell ourselves our own stories, selectively, in order to keep our sense of self intact.

It's not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life,it's what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!

Committing yourself is a way of finding out who you are. A man finds his identity by identifying. A man's identity is not best thought of as the way in which he is separated from his fellows but the way in which he is united with them.

The great sage Thales once put the general matter succinctly "Oh master," he was asked, "what is the most difficult thing to do?" "To know thyself", he replied. "And the easiest?" "To give advice to others.

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The mask of self-deception was no longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself

The mask of self-deception was not longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself, and when day broke the mask fell back again of its own accord.

She is 25. Whereas Pauline at forty undresses in the darkness and drapes herself languorously with a sheet or towel, Blanche stretches naked on her back under the electric light, her left knee raised, her right foot resting on it, examining her wriggling toes. She flings out her arm and flicks ash in the vague direction of the ashtray.

I am not here [in the sanitarium] to write, but to be mad.

make yourself invisible, or get busy with something.

The novel I am constantly writing is always the same one, and it might be described as a variously sliced-up or torn-apart book of myself.

I tell lies somewhere else, but not here, not in front of myself.

I would wish it on no one to be me. Only I am capable of being myself. To know so much, to have seen so much, and To say nothing, just about nothing.

Joe is never sure whether they're mad or just alarmingly and uncompromisingly incapable of self-delusion.

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. ST. JEROME