Quotes About Introspective

setting out to play against oneself in chess represents therefore the same sort of paradox as a man jumping over his own shadow.

In truth, a mature man who uses hair oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere.

I'm perceived to be this solitary character, but nothing could be further from the truth.

What I'm looking for is not out there, it is in me.

I've been called a recluse. There's definitely truth in that. I like to spend time alone.

That's where I started to discover that I had an ego," says Barlow. "I just became so involved with writing my own songs and really getting into my own sound of things. Just getting totally self-involved. It was pretty great. So when I played for Dinosaur, I was able to play for Dinosaur—do my thing and be quiet.

Gearson se rascó el labio inferior con un dedo y

He felt lonely. His solitude was thrown into relief by being observed.

Odd, though, all these dealings of mine with myself. First I've agreed a principle with myself, now I'm making out a case to myself, and debating my own feelings and intentions with myself. Who is this self, this phantom internal partner, with whom I'm entering into all these arrangements? (I ask myself.)

a person who knows his own mind well enough to mistrust it.

Revealing his past or qualities of his character would have been too loud a gesture.

He'd been a secretive man for most of his life, and now was disconcerted by the secrets he had kept from himself.

In this journey there is so much to my life that I just do privately... I don't really make it a huge priority to tell every single thing that I do every single day about my life.

I was really nerdy. Compared with my sisters, I often felt like a boring person because I lived so much in my head and in books.

I've always had a resting expression that either makes me look deep in thought or as though I'm about to fight you. I've lost count of the number of directors asking me what the problem is when all I'm doing is sitting still and being.

I tend to be sort of quiet and shy and awkward in social situations.

I'm basically as shy a person as I was when I once worked in an office in London in the late Sixties. I like my own company. I didn't need a lot of friends.

I'm not an outgoing person. Compared to an average person, I am quite skeptical and pessimistic. This is different from being nervous.

I love songs that are very autobiographical.

I am haunted by interrupted acts, introspective as a leper, enchanted by a repulsive clew, a gross and fugitive movement of the limbs. Is this the love that shook the lights to flame?

I sat there for some time, a young man with more on his mind than in it.

Man's greatness comes from knowing he is wretched.

Man is but a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

How does it feel?