Quotes About Introspective

Not a lot of people know me outside of athletics and believe it or not I am actually quite shy. The exhilaration of a win or tears after falling are the extremes. It takes me a while to get to know someone, but once I do I am very loyal to my old friends.

The one thing that I've always kind of had, ever since I was a kid, was that I lack a certain degree of self-consciousness, which is alternately good and bad.

Everybody has been told already that they're too shy, too aggressive, too emotional, too reserved. They know what their fatal flaw is. They know the one thing to do to get better. But they just don't commit to changing because they feel a little bit in love with it, a little bit in love with the way they've been.

The one thing I've tried to do is be insightful.

With 'If I Stay,' I want you to feel that the whole story is being told from a larger, spiritual point of view. So the beginning is very theatrical.

I was an odd mixture of quite theatrical and shy.

Some natural skepticism as to the purity of all human motives came and sat upon my chest...

Jis vert? mane skaityti Prust?, Tostoj?, ir Dostojevsk?,- pareišk? vargšel?, nužvelgusi mus šird? verian?iu žvilgsniu. - Kas gi su manim dabar bus?

Mon je ne me suffit pas.

They thought I suffered from lack of exterior, when I suffered from excess of interior

I am very slow to warm. I've always been sort of a loner. I didn't play team sports. I am better one-on-one than in big groups.

In the object which he contemplates … man becomes acquainted with himself.

Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself. (Wittgenstein commenting on Sartre's Hell is other people.

Perhaps you regard this thinking about myself as a waste of time - but how can I be a logician before I'm a human being! Far the most important thing is to settle accounts with myself!

I wanted to be alone in an altogether unusual way, a new way. Quite the contrary of what you think: that is to say, without myself and, to be precise, with a stranger at hand.

For man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers;

Mi si fissò invece il pensiero ch'io non ero per gli altri quel che finora , dentro di me, m'ero figurato d'essere.

But every man knows what unconfessable things pass within the secrecy of his own heart.

If I was not for others what up to then I had believed myself to be to myself, what was I?

Io volevo esser solo in un modo affatto insolito, nuovo. Tutt'al contrario di quel che pensate voi: cioè senza me e appunto con un estraneo attorno.

His eyes, blind to external reality but highly perceptive in the realm of the inner life, rose from the book to the ceiling and returned to the book.

Ana (it is I)

It was late December 1938, and since then I have never been abroad, except maybe in my thoughts. And I shall never go. It's not because the Land of Israel is so wonderful, it's because I now believe that all journeys are ridiculous: the only journey from which you don't always come back empty-handed is the journey inside yourself.

I am not quite myself, I think. But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.