Quotes About Introspection

She composed herself and considered all the ways the great web touched her, and was content.

It is quite one thing to admit a fault to yourself. It is another thing entirely to have a friend not only agree with you, but point out the full depth of the fault.

You scared her." "She scares herself. They all do

The wisest man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.

I lay down to sleep with the resolve that I would not let Galen deceive me any longer, nor persuade me to deceive myself.

In a softer voice, I added, "And self-pitying tales of woe always bore me

Much insight into himself could have been gained from contemplation of these things, but Wintrow reined his mind away from it. Perhaps he did not want to know himself quite that well." p. 543

I just sat, feeling something inside me go very still. I hoped it was my heart.

How can I know what I'll do, until I've done it? How can I say?

Is there nothing private anymore?" "Only the things we keep from ourselves," she replied sadly. She

I don't know,' I said grimly. 'Oh,' she said. Then after a time, she added, 'When a man says that, it usually means, "No, I won't, but from time to time, I'll toy with the idea, so I can pretend I eventually intend to do it.

A fatalistic patience came over me. I set out the breakfast things as she dressed. I knew I reached my decision. It was as if Hap's words last night had estinguished a candle inside me. My feelings for Starling had changed that completely. We sat at table together, and she tried to make all seem as it had before, but I kept thinking "this is probably the last time I'll watch how she swirls her tea to cool it, or how she waves her bread about as she talks'.

Web, what do you want of me?" I asked him at last. "Only to make you think," he answered soothingly. "Not to make you angry, though I seem to excel at that. Or perhaps your anger is always there, festering inside you, and I am the knife that lances the boil and lets it burst forth.

When I was younger, it was like life was a beautiful gift, wrapped in exquisite paper and adorned with ribbons. And I loved it, even though all I knew of it was the outside of the package. But in the last year or so, I've finally started to see there is something even better inside the package. I'm learning to see past the fancy wrappings, to the heart of things.

It was then that he discovered he had no more tears to cry.

Katie wondered for a moment if part of the reason so many of the young women she knew who had poor self-esteem ended up that way because they had spent their lives gazing at themselves in a mirror instead of being the mirror others gazed into.

If you feel far from God, guess who moved?

Being aware is being aware of one's own mind and the games it plays on itself.

One doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things.

I once read that people who study others are wise but those who study themselves are enlightened".

If your life is worth thinking about,it is worth writing about.

My questions were bigger than science could touch.

I took up space. I was a collection of cells and memories, awkward limbs and clumsy fashion crimes; I was the repository of my parents' expectations and evidence of their disappointments

Nobody likes me," he concluded at the tail end of a ten-minute pity fest. "Can't imagine why," Quinn murmured. I turned my snort of laughter into a fake cough, which was an embarrassingly feeble attempt at subterfuge when you consider the fact that I didn't have any lungs.