self-communion

A little bitter self-communion had not taken long to show him his childishness.

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In this lonely self-communion she seems to reason, reflect, and argue; if she spell a word wrong with the fingers of her right hand, she instantly strikes it with her left, as her teacher does, in sign of disapprobation; if right, then she pats herself upon the head, and looks pleased.

American Notes for General Circulation 2007

But he went on talking again in the same tone of questioning self-communion.

The Door in the Wall, and other stories Herbert George 2006

Now, in this franker intimacy of self-communion he found himself instituting a comparison between his own brand of courage and that of the habitual criminal.

Twelve Stories and a Dream, by H. G. Wells Herbert George 2006

But he went on talking again in the same tone of questioning self-communion.

Twelve Stories and a Dream, by H. G. Wells Herbert George 2006

There are moments of deep feeling, when one must be alone in self-communion, alike to encounter good fortune or danger and despair, even if one draws out the essence of every misery in thought.

The Romance of Isabel Lady Burton 2006

As he descended the steps the impression which effaced his troubled self-communion was that of a mirthless mask reflecting a sunken day from the threshold of the college.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 2003

This labour of the artist to discover a means of apprehending beneath matter and experience, beneath words, something different from their appearance, is of an exactly contrary nature to the operation in which pride, passion, intelligence and habit are constantly engaged within us when we spend our lives without self-communion, accumulating as though to hide our true impressions, the terminology for practical ends which we falsely call life.

Time Regained 2003

She was in self-communion, evaluating what she'd discovered.

Operation Luna Anderson, Poul, 1926- 1999

Feeling no desire for the self-communion which awaited her in her room, she lingered on the broad stairway, looking down into the hall below, where the last card-players were grouped about the tray of tall glasses and silver-collared decanters which the butler had just placed on a low table near the fire.

The House of Mirth Edith Wharton 1987