Quotes About Introspective

One of my worst fears is being a self-indulgent person.

I am quite a cheerful, dark person. On the outside, I'm optimistic but I expect the worst to happen.

I'm the worst on facts about me or facts about the Beatles.

My wife keeps on telling me my worst fault is that I keep things to myself and appear relaxed. But I am really in a room in my own head and not hearing a thing anyone is saying.

When we see men of worth, we should think of equalling them; when we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inward and examine ourselves.

The film of tomorrow appears to me as even more personal than an individual and autobiographical novel, like a confession, or a diary.

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

I talk too much.

I can be very reserved about things. My business side isn't shy. I can be like a general. But I've got a shy side. I'm also a lot deeper than people think, and a lot more sensitive. But I don't let people in too much.'

If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.

I don't really like talking about myself too much.

I'm very private about my private life. I don't like to go into too much depth about it.

Many science fiction writers are literary autodidacts who focus on the genre primarily as a literature of ideas rather than as a pure art form or a tool for the introspective examination of the human condition. I'm not entirely at ease with that self-description.

From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else's. She read books at enormous speed and judged them entirely on her ability to remove her from her material surroundings. In almost all the unhappiest days of her life she had been able to escape from her own inner world by living temporarily in someone else's, and on the two or three occasions that she had been too upset to concentrate she had been desolate.

I'm screwed up-- I'm so full of contempt for everyone and everything. I mean, sure, I like lots of things but... I don't know. I've just become too goddamn judgmental!

I did no such thing as sit there with my mouth open, though I may as well have, since I felt as if my mind was gaping. It had simply never occurred to me to wonder what kind of person I was, what kind of person I wanted to be. I had not envisioned this as something I had any control over, just as I could not alter the round shape of my face or the dense black curl of my hair.

I think I'm just really sensitive to the world. I really feel like I spend a lot of time "turned off".

Miss Abigail Westcott, he had concluded during the past week, when he had watched her far more than he had wanted to and far more than was good for him, did most of her living inside herself. Like an iceberg, she showed the merest tip of her totality to the world, even her family. Perhaps especially to them. He wondered if they realized it.

If he ever grew to understand himself, Hugo decided, it would be a miracle of the first order. Not

It is the internal force - this intimate interrupter - whose tracks I would follow. the world sheds, in the energetic way of an open and communal place, its many greetings, as a world should. What quarrel can there be with that? But that the self can interrupt the self - and does - is a darker and more curious matter.

Personality-wise. Is he secretly a poet or something? Does he dance around his room when he thinks no one is looking? Is he funny, like you? What's his essence?

Did he go out, drink, have a good time?" "Never." "Does he like money?" "No." "Does he like to be admired?" "No." "Does he believe in God?" "No." "Does he talk much?" "Very little." "Does he listen if others discuss any ... idea with him?" "He listens. It would be better if he didn't.

This god, this one word: I.

in the temple of his spirit, each man is alone.