Quotes About Introspection

One operates on the mind with the mind. What else is there, after all?

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

He types his labored column -- weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.

Conversation in its true meaning isn't all wagging the tongue; sometimes it is a deeply shared silence.

One learns one's mystery at the price of one's innocence.

To ask an author who hopes to be a serious writer if his work is autobiographical is like asking a spider where he buys his thread. The spider gets his thread right out of his own guts, and that is where the author gets his writing.

Art can certainly be an important pathway to discovery. It encourages us to be spontaneous, playful, and curious and to see what lies beneath the surface of our inner life.

I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.

Take the time to come home to yourself every day.

Ruthlessly she looked for the dark smudges of fear and arrogance and suspicion and hubris and eradicated them. She wiped them out with ideas of how she wanted to be, her own self-image she wanted to cultivate: understanding, supportive, confident. Not as easy to include those qualities in herself as it was to fall into selfishness.

A person alone in a room is like the soul in the body.

I have had . . . easier days. Although in retrospect, this one is not atypical.

My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

Silence can ask all the questions, where the tongue is prone to ask only the wrong one.

Sometimes a man doesn't know how badly he's hurt until someone else probes the wound.

To recognize you are the source of your own loneliness is not a cure for it. But it is a step toward seeing that it is not inevitable, and that such a choice is not irrevocable.

Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.

The wise man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.' Acceptance of what is, that is the shortest path.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.

Somewhere inside me, a madman raged in his cell, but I chose not to know of that.

I bit my tongue and sat through his detailed and strained explanation. Not for the first time, I realized he considered me slightly slow. My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

But you don't know what will happen.' 'No. That is our curse. To know that something will happen, and only after it is over, to look back and say, "Oh, that is what that meant. If only I'd known". It can break your heart.

How much do you understand?' I demanded of her one afternoon. She cocked her head at me, met my gaze and demanded, 'How much do YOU understand?

if something made a man feel bad then he must determine what about it troubled him, and eliminate that. Simply to suffer the discomforts of guilt did not indicate a man had improved himself, only that he suspected he harbored a fault.