Quotes About Introspection

I've never really done this. Now I know what scared is.

What Josie had found amusing, exciting and exotic as a girl, she now recognized as nothing more than the underpinnings of Linda's selfishness, arrogance and greed. Linda had burst into Josie's life again, and pulled her into this rollercoaster of a ride. She had been stronger than Josie that night. Now Josie had stepped out of the car and onto the platform. She could see the trajectory of that rollercoaster and knew where it had to stop.

The newspaper got it all wrong. They should have called me a harlot and a slut, a poseur and a tease, a nubile and naive, a slattern and a sleaze, a vandalist and anarchist, a dirty dilettante with a fatal and fervent disease. Because I was all of those things in the twelve days when there was too much rain and I was burning and I found and lost Justine.

As Plato: We become more worthy the more we bend our minds to the impersonal. We become better as we take in the universe, thinking more about the largeness that it is and laugh about the smallness that is us.

We each carry our own designated end within us, our very own death ripening at its own rate inside of us. There are insignificant people who are harboring unawares the grandeur of large deaths. We carry it in us like a darkening fruit. It opens and spills out. That is death.

Everybody makes excuses for themselves they wouldn't be prepared to make for other people.

Thinking is the soul speaking to itself.

The only object we truly possess is our own mind. The only pleasure over which we have complete dominion is the progress of our own understanding.

I've got access to your mysterious body but not your mysterious soul. Souls seem to me the loneliest possibility of all.

When you didn't force yourself to think in formal reconstructions, when you didn't catch these moments of ravishments under the lens of premises and conclusions, when you didn't impale them and label them, like so many splayed butterflies, bleeding the transcendental glow right out of them, then... what?

Zsofía Forgách had died in the spring, and since then I had noticed a change in him, a subtle shift from merriment to contemplation, from engaging in the games the men played to an almost womanish need to stand back and watch with an appraising eye, as if his companions were people he had never seen before and did not know how to place

The older I get, the less busy I like to be.

I wasn't a social butterfly at all.

I like to read books and be alone; I'm not social butterfly person.

With '3 Mics', there's nothing I'm talking about that's too hot button.

By the time I'm 90, I hope to have it together.

I didn't happen to be one of those gay kids who knew definitively by the time I was 13.

I think part of the process of putting out a record is always looking back because, by the time a song comes out, it's been a year since you wrote it.

I don't have a medicine cabinet.

I barely leave my cage, my house.

To me, self-description is a calamity.

Once you start to try and calculate why you were cast and why you weren't, you get in trouble.

Coming into 'The Bachelorette,' I always led with a calculated mind and not an open heart.

I can remember times when we'd be having parties, and people would be dancing and everything and I would be sitting there in the middle doing calculus, just doing my little thing.