Quotes About Introspection

I, who am doubt now, with a song .

The self on tiptoes sneaking away from the self.

I'm demon-eyed, but I'm also filled with acceptance.

I'm still going on bad dates, when by now I should be in a bad marriage.

But no monk am I in my head, God grant me pardon," he whispered. His body drew closer, velvet and taut elegance. "My confessor has chastised me oft, and bade me study on my sins at length. And so, lady"--he kissed her, the hunger in it sinking down through her like a comet falling--"I have studied.

It was high time that she left behind these silly daydreams, before she became odd and ended up locked in some attic, collecting bits of string and candle wax and muttering.

We attribute to ourselves qualities that we do not possess because if we possessed them, our lives would exactly mirror our image of ourselves. Our lies about what is really happening in our lives are what we use to "patch up" our ego with rationalizations and justifications, all of which conceal from us the fact that we cannot really do anything because we have no Being.

I'm too sensitive for this world. And yet I'm here.

Madness comes to us all. Even you.

Why did the best answers to unfounded criticism always come to a person while stewing about the situation afterward?

The present is swollen with self-regard for itself, but soon enough the present becomes the past. This present, this day, this very moment we inhabit--it all will be held accountable for the things it didn't know, didn't understand.

hate how swiftly the world moves now, how glib everyone has become. We need to think more, not more quickly.

If you couldn't face the truth about yourself, then you weren't ready for the truth about anything

Kay came to realize that she preferred her books to other people's company. Reading was not a fallback position for her but an ideal state of being.

She was not a dog person. She was not a cat person, fish person, or horse person. On bad days, she was barely a people person. She ate meat, wore leather, and secretly coveted her mother's old mink.

Laura Lippman

CNN. I hate how swiftly the world moves now, how glib everyone has become. We need to think more, not more quickly.

She realized, somewhat belatedly, that he had not boiled his existence down to one quirk. Whoever he was, he didn't define himself as Walking Man. He had a life, a history. Perhaps a sad and gloomy one, based on these surroundings and his compulsive, constant hiking, but he was not, in his head or mirror, a man who did nothing but walk around North Baltimore.

Fenwick, sitting down to

and a Dr. Brown's celery soda.

I need some isolation, it's necessary to me, that's just who I am. I need to be left alone.

I think humans are only capable of small moments of honesty. Then they get tired and back away. It's something to foster, this ability to keep it for longer. How to keep being honest and aware.

You got to start thinking, and you've got to let go of the idea that you're something special to somebody, because none of us are, and if you don't, if you don't stop dreaming about that, you're going to end up all snap-snap-snapped to pieces.

Use death as your advisor, and you'll start making better decisions about your life,