Introspection Quotes

Nothing is more visible than things hidden; Nothing is more manifest than things minute; Therefore, the superior man should be aware of his aloneness

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of those heavenly bodies scientists tell us of.

There’s just something unsettling about studying your reflection. It’s not a matter of being dissatisfied with your face or of being embarrassed by your vanity. Maybe it’s that when you gaze into your own eyes, you don’t see what you wish to see—or glimpse something that you wish weren’t there.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, waking up with a place to go, a place I was actually beginning to comprehend and face without a sense of terror.More than that, I was even questioning the assumption that I was, in my bones, a scared and anxious and miserable person. It felt like the days were almost supernaturally good, that I could wake up without the usual wave of terror, that the days were admixed with some foreign substance dripping into them, some animating essence, like the dragonborn races of Endoria, dragonborn days. I felt like I'd stumbled on one of the open secrets of the world. Why hadn't I realized before that being a grown-up could be anything you wanted it to be?

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

Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.

So childhood too feels good at first, before one happens to notice the terrible sameness, age after age.

When you see a good person, think of becoming like her/him. When you see someone not so good, reflect on your own weak points.

Wisdom comes from introspection.

The deeper I go into myself the more I realize that I am my own enemy.

Most people like mirrors; what they do not like, is people, who are mirrors.

Being a good communicator Patch, begins with listening, and listening to yourself first.

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

Even if you think you're doing well and have it all figured out, there is a voice you will always inevitably hear at some point which nags at you and says "but wait..." Don't ever dismiss it, listen to what it has to say. Life will never be close enough to perfect, and listening to that voice means stepping outside of yourself and considering your own wrongdoings and flaws.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

The reluctant will heed wisdom only when the confidence exhibited by the righteous awakens the seed of introspection,and the awareness of acountability, into the psyche of the uncertain.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occa

Introverts just just don't buzz as easily.

Was this what the city would look like when knowledge was no longer enough? When the desire to turn inward, surrendering entirely to one's own private world of nonresistance, overwhelmed, like creeping ivy, our desire to know worlds beyond it?

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?A: Because you know I will never answer.

If I were to draw, I would apply myself only to studying the form of inanimate objects," I said somewhat imperiously, because I wanted to change the subjects and also because a natural inclination does truly lead me to recognise my moods in the motionless suffering of things.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.

Sometimes the reason God doesn't show up to win your battles is because he already put inside of you the power to end it.

We may end up with a life deferred by the business of its own collection.

Pride is a fallacy. None of us are greater than the sum of our parts.

When my turn on the program comes, I am not nervous at all—because all this is happening out of time, out of space. I am, for a moment, a figure of my own fantasy, and I play my appointed role as if I were in the movies.

Jealousy is when their reflection in the mirror that is your progress, is attacked rather than appreciated, begrudged rather than understood.

Learning to let go is not giving up! It is simply passing the burden to a better fighter, so you can fight another day. (God)

Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen, I see what the world is like. And, no, I did not get this from the psychologist...I came to this understanding on my own, from what I really see in myself and about life.

We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart.

There are essentially two questions in life - a spiritual question and a material question. The spiritual question is 'Who am I?' The material question is 'What am I to do with my life?' One leads to the other.

The mind is a miraculous mirror through which we see the world, but it can also see from within.

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.

What is reading but silent conversation.

Investigation in our own life is far more rewarding than investigating life of other's.

Your own opinion of your state is not worth much. Ask the Lord to search you.

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

Shadows are our Dark Selves brought to Light.

Tact by its nature entails staying mum, prudently electing to forgo urging other people to pursue an alternative course of action. Creation of silent spaces in our own life and equitable distribution of periods of respite that allow for periods of equable inner reflection is necessary to spur personal growth. It is equally important to honor other people’s intrinsic need for periods of introspection, uninterrupted by unsolicited advice

I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centered, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal.

The love of liberty is the love of others the love of power is the love of ourselves.

No one has direct access to your mind like you do. That's why introspection remains a valid technique even after the invention of brain scanners.

True peace is not found in external circumstances, but within ones own heart.

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

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I’m a weak person, that I bruise easily, don’t you think? And in the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny little thing. It’s like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off somewhere.

Introspection and observation of others are vital for the ongoing good health of our own psyche; watch, learn and tweak as required.

What if deep down inside you...you knew you were more amazing and magnificent than you thought you were?