Quotes About Introspective

psychology is passing into a less simple phase. Within a few years what one may call a microscopic psychology has arisen in Germany, carried on by experimental methods, asking of course every moment for introspective data, but eliminating their uncertainty by operating on a large scale and taking statistical means.

I don't know, maybe I just wanted to be alone. Maybe I just didn't want to be social because antisocial people have a whole lot less to lose.

I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside of me.

Not exactly shy. I was—quiet." "Circumspect," Vivian says. "Watchful." Molly turns these words over in her mind. Circumspect? Watchful? Is she?

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

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

Seul, Être à soi-même son pain, Et encore, il s'engrange qu'il dit, Et pète par toutes les fissures. En blocs, en lames, en jets et en cristal, Mais derrière le mur de ses paroles, C'est un grand sourd.

Of all studies, the one he would rather have avoided was that of his own mind. He knew no tragedy so heartrending as introspection.

The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals.

The terrible fluidity of self-revelation.

The essence of this man -- Richard M. Nixon is loneliness.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own

I need to know what you think of me so I can form an opinion about myself.

in spite of his solitude, or in consequence of his solitude, his life was exceedingly full.

Tal vez la facultad de ver los defectos propios sea un hermoso rasgo de nuestro carácter. Pero los exageramos y nos consolamos de ellos con la ironía que tenemos siempre en los labios.

people invite me out and tell me all about myself.

People only like whatever concerns themselves and I am no exception to this rule.

quieter and more intense

I have given up reading books; I find it takes my mind off myself.

These places are not wilderness; the "unknown" lies inside us.

I probably have fundamentally antisocial tendencies. I never took one extracurricular activity. I just failed utterly at that level. Part of me still rebels against that.

I was a sidelines child: never class president, never team captain, never the one with the most valentines in my box.

You described the feeling you'd always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn't worry quite so much about why.

There is no looking-glass here and I don't know what I am like now. I remember watching myself brush my hair and how my eyes looked back at me. The girl I saw was myself yet not quite myself. Long ago when I was a child and very lonely I tried to kiss her. But the glass was between us - hard, cold and misted over with my breath. Now they have taken everything away. What am I doing in this place and who am I?