Quotes About Introspection

She has always considered herself an atheist, not realizing she had a religion.

In the dank utility room deep in the subbasements of my personality, a little man wiped his hands on his overalls and pulled the switch: More.

He stopped hooking up with other people once he realized the first thing he did was calculate whether or not he could outrun them.

Who are you after you finish something this magnificent—in constructing it you have also journeyed through it, to the other side.

themselves that separated the human spirits within

He stopped watching the movie a few years later when he realized he didn't watch it because it was sort of corny, or they got the facts wrong, or it marked how far he had come, but because watching it made him sad, and a nutjob part of him sought out that sadness.

The second thing Elwood noticed was the boy's eerie sense of self. The mess hall was loud with the rumble and roil of juvenile activity, but this boy bobbed in his own pocket of calm.

No one really cares about other people when you get down to it—their own struggles are too close up.

Me...squinting in discomfort at the discovery of some new defect in the design of the world.

I contain multitudes, most of them flawed.

I had a roll of non sequiturs in my pockets and I was just tossing them out across the water trying to get a good skip going.

A slow hour passed, distracted by intermittent drops of moisture from above, as if the sky were conducting a feasibility study on the implications of rain. Of committing to a course of action.

Judge not the dysfunctions of others, let ye be judged.

Launderer, heal thyself.

This slow debate about the rain: it's not about rain at all, but the fragility of what we know. We're all just guessing.

Three cheers for your rich interior life, may it serve you well come rent day.

He spills his guts, it was the last sip that sent him over the edge but she has her hands full with her own loneliness, she's not about to take on his. Reach inside to muzzle the broken part of you that is now talking.

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

Rumi: Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I have begun to change myself.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

I suppose one finally learns, after much searching, that we really only belong to ourselves.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

And there are moments that I would like to know what might have happened if it hadn't happened, and why it happened the way it did, and what it might have taken to prevent it from happening.