Quotes About Introspection

As a human being, I know I can never hope to have the depth and breadth of perspective to know whether any of my actions will ultimately harm or heal.

I was the one who was fighting for survival and I was also the murderer within.

If the borderline rage that had fueled me for so long was torn down and taken away, would there be anything left? Or would it take the life, the spirit, right out of me? I was daunted by the prospect of letting go without a clear idea of what would emerge in the old framework's place.

The ferret sat and examined his foot "What in the world am I?" he asked, alarmed "I look like some sort of rodent !

I write not for the sake of glory. Not for the sake of fame. Not of the sake of success. But for the sake of my soul.

she realized it was not the rereading that led to fresh insights. It was the rereader—because when a person is changing inside, there are inevitably new things to see

Follow your inclination. It will take you to the thoughts you'd never known you'd had.

I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the lonliness, which had everything to do with being anonymous. It's never lonliness that nibbles away at a person's insides, but not having room inside themselves to be comfortably alone.

I was tired of being me.

Even if a poem is beautiful and memorable, it's not like an advertising jingle or propaganda, which attempt to convince and control. Poems seek to confuse, disabuse, enlarge understanding, and make people ask questions and think for themselves.

I have no lover, not even my love. I have no other, not even I.

The online tarot reading says she already has everything she needs. So, she gets quiet. When the phone rings she doesn't answer it. She makes a list of the things she thinks she lacks but might require: the ability to draw, a career as a singer . . . The list or the making of the list is unendurable.

The eyes themselves were the eyes of a writer, always a little tired in expression.

There seldom seemed to be a house left with a roof, or with anything much beyond its four walls, and quite often they must lie staring up at the stars, which would stare back again, aloof and untroubled.

Most people gaze neither into the past nor the future; they explore neither truth nor lies. They gaze at the television.

And for a minute there, I lost my self.

One day I am gonna grow wings A chemical reaction Hysterical and useless Hysterical and Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Let down and hanging around

Today could be described as a retired man humming tunelessly to himself.

I've spent fifty years...without a man in my bed. Think...of all the orgasms I missed.

There is nothing like scrubbing toilets for a living to make you question the choices you have made in life.

Being in prison for seven years was like being in an army that never drilled, never deployed, and only fought itself.

If I had grown up in a stable household with two well-adjusted and loving parents studied hard in school graduated with honors gone to college gotten a degree found a decent job met a wonderful girl fallen in love gotten married and lived happily ever after what in the hell would I have to write about?

I used to wonder what I was doing wrong. Now I know: just about everything.

i have no mind/just a series of clicks