Best 252 quotes in «introspection quotes» category

Deep down I think I may be just like everyone else. And do you know what, Harry?" "No sir." "That bothers me.

Digging, one finds more rocks than gold.

El hábito de entrar en mí mismo hizo que perdiera al fin el sentimiento y casi el recuerdo de mis males, aprendí así por mi propia existencia que la fuente de la verdadera felicidad está en nosotros y que no depende de los hombres el hacer realmente miserable a quien sabe querer ser feliz.

Era incredibile quanto poco bastasse per fuggire. La gente si affannava a correre dietro a treni e aerei, cercava di andare il più lontano possibile, ma il più delle volte finiva per portare con sé anche i propri pensieri, e allora scappare non serviva più a nulla, perché non esisteva posto al mondo abbastanza lontano per sfuggire ai pensieri. Era questo che la gente non capiva: la fuga è prima di tutto uno stato mentale. Lui era fortunato ad avere la musica, perché anche quando non c’erano altre vie d’uscita, a lui bastavano un paio di cuffie e la sua chitarra per approdare in un rifugio sicuro.

Every day I wake up and ask myself, ‘How can I accept myself and others more fully?

Everyone in this world is Abhimanyu, the difference being that most of us are trapped in a labyrinth of our own creation. It takes a lifetime for people to realise that the way out lies in their own hands. All it requires is a little introspection.

Face-to-face with a computer, people reflected on who they were in the mirror of the machine.

Doesn't look like much, does he?" murmurs Frederick. "Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. Powered by bugs and worms and desire." The wagtail hops from twig to twig. Werner rubs his aching eyes. It's just a bird. "Ten thousand years ago," whispers Frederick, "they came through here in the millions. When this place was a garden, one endless garden from end to end.

Don't be fooled. Charlie remembers things exactly the way he wants to remember them. I suppose we all do...And then we spend the rest of our lives basing the way we think about our families on what we THOUGHT happened--instead of what really did.

During self-reflection, the realization came that revolution begins within.

Find the light within you through meditation and introspection, and you will illuminate your life from within.

Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.

God wishes to see people happy.

Growing a business requires that we look at ourselves and change the way we make decisions.

Get yourself outta boundaries created by your own self. Take a pause, look into yourself and start living a free life.

Finally, she grew quiet. After that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage; Hours of this; a period of introspection; a space of retrospection; then a mixture of both. Out of this, an awful calm.

Happiness shrinks, Pain elongates. Happiness generates energy, so does pain. During happiness we are outwardly focused, expressing our feelings to the world and celebrating. Hence giving the energy a large surface area to dissipate quickly. During pain we are inwardly focused, introspecting, hence the energy dissipates slowly, elongating pain.

How we look at life depends on how we see ourselves.

Healthy introspection, without undermining oneself; it is a rare gift to venture into the unexplored depths of the self, without delusions or fictions, but with an uncorrupted gaze.

He had a vivid sense of roads forking, rivers branching, one of those moments where the life that follows cannot be as it might otherwise have been.

He had too much to think about. In the course of his long, useless marches he had sunk deeper and deeper into the tangle of his botched life as into a clump of brambles, and still he had found no meaning or consolation.

He was not accustomed to busying himself with introspection or self-analysis. In this way he was like most people who are rarely alone. His mind did not swing into action until some external force required it: a man or woman or some other element of his material life. He had surrendered himself to the busy current of his life, submerging himself totally in it. All he saw of himself was his reflection on the surface of the stream.

How they are all about, these gentlemen In chamberlains' apparel, stocked and laced, Like night around their order's star and gem And growing ever darker, stony-faced, And these, their ladies, fragile, wan, but propped High by their bodice, one hand loosely dropped, Small like its collar, on the toy King-Charles: How they surround each one of these who stopped To read and contemplate the objects d'art, Of which some pieces still are theirs, not ours. Whit exquisite decorum they allow us A life of whose dimensions we seem sure And which they cannot grasp. They were alive To bloom, that is be fair; we, to mature, That is to be of darkness and to strive.

How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?

How you see the world is a reflection of what is within you.

I also often ask my guests about what they consider to be their invisible weaknesses and shortcomings. I do this because these are the characteristics that define us no less than our strengths. What we feel sets us apart from other people is often the thing that shapes us as individuals. This may be especially true of writers and actors, many of whom first started to develop their observational skills as a result of being sidelined from typical childhood or adolescent activities because of an infirmity or a feeling of not fitting in. Or so I’ve come to believe from talking to so many writers and actors over the years.

I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my "real" life again at last. That is what is strange - that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to explore and to discover what is happening or has happened. Without the interruptions, nourishing and maddening, this life would become arid. Yet I taste it fully only when I am alone here and "the house and I resume old conversations".

I am trying not to philosophize. It is un-military. I think I can dig myself out of my academic mind and make an efficient officer.

I fall into those gaps sometimes. You know, the gaps that open up in between thoughts. I reach out for the walls. Every time. And I grasp at emptiness… The gaps don’t have walls. You don’t need walls to climb out. You don’t need a matchstick either; light only makes your shadows look frightening. You only need to search the darkness for the old face, carbon paper and a white mask.

I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot.

If people respect your age and not your personality, then it's time for you to do some urgent introspection.

He could take on anything and everything, it seemed, rather than leave himself time to reflect on his dissatisfaction with his life and what he might do about it.

He followed an ironclad rule. He NEVER WATCHED HIMSELF.

If we don’t look within nature, we cannot look within ourselves. If we cannot admire the clear and sweet world, we cannot appreciate our clear and sweet selves… as the soul cannot flow in without a source.

I found myself thinking that perhaps there was something inexorable about the way events unfolded, as if my life--which had begun to seem something not my own but rather something into which I found myself blindly toppling--was indeed something living, that existed without my knowledge but that pulled me along in its strong, insistent undertow.

I hoped being aware and appreciative would never leave me. I guessed that feeling that way in the moment was appreciation enough.

I like to see the people arriving. I like to imagine their lives. It keeps me from thinking too much about my own. A man shouldn't be too introspective. It weakens him. That is the difference between Tennessee Williams and Ernest Hemingway. I'm a Hemingway man myself although I don't believe it is right to hunt lions.

In life, we must choose to quiet ourselves and go through a period of reflection, an instance in time for evaluating our strengths vs. our weaknesses, an interval in time for recognizing the real from deceit, a moment in time for making necessary life adjustments for personal welfare. It's through such, we begin to know ourselves.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion." [The Minotaur]

If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, it never happened—that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death?...But where did that knowledge exist? Only in his consciousness, which in any case must soon be annihilated...'Who controls the past,' ran the Party slogan,'controls the future:who controls the present controls the past.'...All that was needed was a series of victories over your own memory.

If you are anything like me, you do a lot of listening to yourself everyday.

If you lack open communication and honesty in your life – It’s time to look within. Are you someone who handles heavy, emotional, or tough information well or do you often get excessively agitated, upset, or depressed? My rule of thumb is that no topic ‘should’ ever be off limits with a loved one. That is the goal to work towards. The point being, if you’re easy to talk to, people will talk to you! If you’re not, then they won’t!

I know of no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don't need such introductions to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

I learned that protecting someone by keeping him away from me doesn't shelter either of us. I learned that feeling other people's feelings for them doesn't bring us closer, it only separates me from myself and my needs. I always thought being codependent meant being too emotionally glued to someone; I didn't realize the way I was doing it was setting me adrift.

I mean No is power. No says, "I'm in charge." Think about how many times you've said yes in the past year, and how many times you would've liked to have said no instead. Maybe being able to say no is the one thing that keeps us sane. Some people go through their whole lives saying yes over and over again--yes to things they don't want to do but feel obliged to; yes to things that allow other people to take advantage of them, just because that's the way things are, the way things have always been. Some people need to learn how to say no. Because every time they say yes, they say no to themselves.

Introverts just just don't buzz as easily.

Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.

Introspection is not a privilege, you don't have to subscribe to it. On any occasion you can discover wisdom and oneself.

Introspection precedes constructive criticism. Introspeksi mendahului kritik yang membangun.

Introspection leads to insights; insights tell us what needs to change.