Quotes about Introspection

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

I am not ashamed to confess I am ignorant of what I do not know.

It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.

Just because there's a silence doesn't mean that nothing is going on.

How were we to know we were happy?

I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I'm a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.

Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.

It isn't the sort of thing you ask questions about, because the answers are not usually answers you want to know.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.