Quotes about Introspection

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.

I don't think a man can hurt another, not in any important way. Neither hurt him nor help him. I have really nothing to forgive you.

He saw, on their faces, that stubbornly evasive look...the look of a man cheating himself of his own consciousness.

She sat beside him in the car, feeling no desire to speak, knowing that neither of them could conceal the meaning of their silence.

The human shapes moving past him in the streets of the city were physical objects without any meaning.

When you suspend your faculty of independent judgment, you suspend consciousness. To stop consciousness is to stop life.

But I don't think of you.

But I don't think of you.

But I don't think of you.

He felt as if there was something—deep in his brain, behind everything he thought and everything he was—which he did not know, but she knew, and he wished he did, and wondered whether he could ever know it, and should he, if he could, and why he wished it.

Feeling quiet and empty, he told himself that he would be all right tomorrow. He would forgive himself the weakness of this night, it was like the tears one is permitted at a funeral, and then one learns how to live with an open wound or with a crippled factory.