Quotes About Introspective

I sat evaluating myself. I decided to lie down.

My mind is reeling.

Solitude bestows an increase in something valuable. I can't dismiss that idea. Solitude increased my perception. But here's the tricky thing: when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. There was no audience, no one to perform for. There was no need to define myself. I became irrelevant.

reaching through time and speaking directly to him: Dostoyevsky's Notes from the Underground. "I recognize myself

but I have grown accustomed to living alone, having one-sides conversations and arguments with myself that I still manage to lose.

Autobiography is hopelessly inventive.

Well," said the president, "you won't like the answer, but the answer is me. Me. I talk to myself.

I have seen no more evident monstrosity and miracle in the world than myself.

There is as much difference between us and ourselves as between us and others.

Meditation is a rich and powerful method of study for anyone who knows how to examine his mind.

I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself.

In the end, my cock was all I had.

writing, at its heart, is a solitary pursuit, designed to make people depressoids, drug addicts, misanthropes, and antisocial weirdos

I checked to see if he and I had a special connection that was greater than his bond with his mother. We didn't.

We learned to be discreet. It helped that nobody really cares about anyone but themselves anyway.

Each man's heart is for himself.

He was, after all, an avid reader, preferring the detached solace of a book above most human interaction. Yet

A pity for herself that she was so withdrawn a character. Recluse would be a truer word to describe her.

In a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony.

The kind of ominous silence that comes while somebody quietly adjusts his view of who you are.

Change comes from within, not from outside.

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

in a few moments he came into the core of himself, where he was alone, and felt strangely companioned, not by anyone or anything, but by himself. The rejected self found refuge here, not a cowed refuge, but somehow a wandering ease; as if it were indestructible, and had its own final pride, its own secret eyes.

I'm not a natural leader. I'm too intellectual I'm too abstract I think too much.