Quotes About Introspection

And she is the reader who browses the shelf and looks for new worlds but finds herself.

Loneliness was tricky: a cup filled at one moment with freedom, and the next, with emptiness.

Have you noticed that if you really want something, you can make it happen? But you need to be sure it's what you really want, because sometimes, when it comes true, you realize too late that it's not what you wanted. Not at all.

Una mujer como usted debe haber roto muchos corazones... - En el pasado, tal vez. A mi edad, el único corazón que uno rompe es el propio.

Te juro que el infierno debe ser un lugar donde te encierran con tus consecuencias y te obligan a lidiar con ellas.

Por lo pronto no se me ocurre qué más comentarte, bueno, lo que ya sabes, que aquí tengo todo el tiempo del mundo para pensar en ti, que es lo que suelo hacer cuando no quiero pensar en nada

Quise saber si olía a alcanfor porque me parecía que habría quedado impregnado, como su progenitor. Pero sólo me olió a mí misma, a mi propia sangre ya a mi mismo olor.

el infierno debe ser un lugar donde te encierran con tus consecuencias y te obligan a lidiar con ellas.

We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.

Trying to get a handle on what he thought, what he felt, what he thought about what he felt and vice versa, was like trying to open a locked door by ramming it with his head.

Frankie wouldn't always let herself remember these things. Most of the time, she didn't think about them at all. Yet she had her quiet days, her pensive ones, those days when she dug through her memories, trying to find the truth at the bottom of them. As if the truth were a jewel yo could unearth and hold i your hand, as if the truth wasn't more like something you'd find under a rock, gray and faceless and squirming away from the light.

Frankie sat there, oblivious to them all, the pastel warm between her fingers, thinking about the fact that Sam knew her name, thinking about the way his lower lip curled under his teeth to pronounce it, thinking about his lips and teeth and hair and bones and all the other truths of a body that seem so mundane when that body is yours, and so fascinating when that body belongs to someone else.

Most of the time, she didn't think about them at all. Yet she had her quiet days, her pensive ones, those days when she dug through her memories, trying to find the truth at the bottom of them. As if the truth were a jewel you could unearth and hold in your hand, as if the truth wasn't more like something you'd find under a rock, gray and faceless and squirming away from the light.

nothing has ever happened to Miss Marple. Everything happens around her, and this is the point: she has become wise through observation, not through experience.

And of how we never really know someone, no matter how much we want to believe that we do.

Nothing is more practical than poetry," he says with a quizzical smile. "It teaches us how to be human.

I shut my eyes and feel the memories crowding in again. My breath leaks out and time goes backward with it.

Everything felt wrong, lopsided. I knew from the weird fuzzy humming inside my head.

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

From my own self-analysis, which I seldom indulge in, I am what I am.

Looking at yourself in a mirror isn't exactly a study of life.

It is amazing how much you can see in other people - the good and the bad, we won't even talk about the ugly - if you just shut up and watch them.

Because sometimes when someone is telling you something really important, it's best to just let there be silence, to really think about what they're saying. A lot of times people think they have to say something all insightful or wise or something to try and make the person feel better. But really, sometimes silence is best.

She's the only girl who's ever broken my heart, and it's a very weird, uncomfortable feeling for me. I like to be the one doing the heartbreaking. Well, not really. No one ever likes to break someone's heart, but sometimes it has to be done.