Grace Metalious Quotes

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it.

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.

People don't see this side of me. They don't know I read, like, 800 million spiritual books. Lately I am just really getting into a lot of spirituality.

In my book, I was trying to get into my own soul.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

You have to lose yourself to find yourself.

You take your problems to a god, but what you really need is for the god to take you to the inside of you.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

I want people to find their inner depth.

The greatest blessing is that, within all of this, I've still been challenged every day to question and show who I am.

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

You have not known what you are - you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk.

The final mystery is oneself... Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul.

There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve, then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts on tiny trumpets, we shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life

Can't get away from your own self.

Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.

How can a man know himself? He is a thing dark and veiled; and if the hare has seven skins, man can slough off seventy times seven and still not be able to say: "this is really you, this is no longer outer shell.