Quotes About Introspective

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me. As if I were not puzzled at myself!

I know perfectly well my own egotism, And know my omnivorous words, and cannot say any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.

I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet, Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before? Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?

For America, if eligible at all to downfall and ruin, is eligible within herself, not without;

I suppose I was a little bit of what would be called today a nerd. I didn't have girlfriends, and really I wasn't a very social boy.

In school, I sat in the back, seldom raising my hand and never raising my voice. But the absence of verbal expression did not mean I was dull to the needs of others. Didn't mean I couldn't think and feel. Didn't absorb. I thought and felt just fine. Absorbed like a sponge. My peripheral vision was twenty-ten. I cried when strangers hurt. Laughed when others smiled.

He found identity and status in the possession of things. Liam was quiet, thoughtful, slow to speak, and always gave away more than he took in.

I insist on remaining aloof, self-absorbed, lovingly nursing my suspicions.

Sometimes when I'm brushing my teeth, I'll look at the mirror and I swear my reflection seems kind of disappointed. I realized a couple of years ago that not only am I not super-skilled at anything, I'm not even particularly good at being myself.

the performer comes to be his own audience; he comes to be the performer and observer of the same show.

He was of an impressible nature, and lived a great deal in other people's opinions and feelings concerning himself...

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone...

For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal.

It is not only the most difficult thing to know oneself, but the most inconvenient one, too.

I've always thought of myself as a kind person. Not saintly but generously thoughtful (in a bitchy sort of way). (...)

I have instructed myself, over and over, to keep my notebook handy at all times, but if you told me to describe myself in one word, it would be "not very good at following directions.

I wondered then: what was it that started a person sinking? Was that long fall in him (or her) from the start, in us all perhaps; or something he put there himself, creating it over time and unwittingly just as he created his face, his life, the stories he lived by, the ones that let him go on living.

We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

When the evening was over, Anne could not be amused…nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

I'm ill qualified to recommend myself to strangers. Mr. Darcy

Ambos somos insociables, taciturnos, enemigos de hablar a menos que esperemos decir algo que deje boquiabierto a quien escucha y pase a la posteridad con el brillo de un proverbio - Lizzy Bennet.

I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.

I will venture to say that my investigations and decisions are not usually influenced by my hopes or fears.