Quotes about Introspection

We enter solitude, in which also we lose loneliness.

And I sat there trying to think, and failing, thinking only that whatever I would say was probably going to be a surprise to me.

And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led—make of that what you will.

But there, in her diminishment, she seemed to resemble only herself, as if suffering finally had singled her out.

I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.

He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer.

What sets a man writhing sleepless in bed at night is not having injured his fellow so much as having been wrong; the mere injury he can efface by destroying the victim and the witness but the mistake is his and that is one of his cats which he always prefers to choke to death with butter.

It's Cash and Jewel and Varadaman and Dewey Del', pa says kind of hangdog and proud too, with this teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. 'Meet Mrs Bundren', he says.

It's Cash and Jewel and Varadaman and Dewey Del', pa says kind of hangdog and proud too, with this teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. 'Meet Mrs Bundren', he says.

He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself.

When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, they could see that the leather was cracked; and when they sat down, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs, spinning with slow motes in the single sun-ray.