Quotes About Introspection

The problem is that many bitter people don't know they are bitter. since they are so convinced that they are right, they can't see their own wrong in the mirror. And the longer the root of bitterness grows, the more difficult it is to remove.

I think there was an awful lot about him that I thought I knew, but the truth was I was just coloring in the missing parts with colors I liked.

When the well runs dry, the nomad migrates. But if the barren landscape is within, where can one turn?

What is within is more important than what is without.

Dan tiba-tiba, aku menyadari dengan begitu jelas betapa kecilnya kita ini dibandingkan dengan lautan alam semesta. Seperti serangga yang sombong! Seperti amoeba yang sok! -Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Often I feel I go to some distant region of the world to be reminded of who I really am… Stripped of your ordinary surroundings, your friends, your daily routines… you are forced into direct experience [which] inevitably makes you aware of who it is that is having the experience.

Men believe themselves to have free will because they are conscious of their actions, and unconscious of the causes whereby those actions are determined. —BARUCH SPINOZA

She opened her mouth but did not immediately speak, and I felt, simultaneously, the impulse to coax the words from her and the impulse to suppress them. I always thought I wanted to know a secret, or I wanted an event to unfold – I wanted my life to start – but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.

She has always been a bystander in family destruction, never realizing she herself possessed the capacity to inflict it.

I actually liked the disolation of winter; it was the season when it was okay to be unhappy. If I were to ever kill myself, I thought it would be in the summer.

How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound.

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.

Sometimes when I speak, I feel like I'm writing dialogue for the character of myself. I'm impersonating a normal human when really I'm a confused freak.

But I never thought of who he wasn't, I never had to explain or defend him to myself, I didn't even care what we talked about.

Because my mother hadn't been an ostentatious or performative person, it had taken me a long time, until college really, to realize how smart and funny she was, and how generously compassionate.

era greu sa-mi imaginez ca m-as fi putut simti vreodata ca o tipa "misto", dar ma simteam ca o persoana de care eu insami as fi fost intrigata in primii mei ani acolo.

Puteam continua sa fiu vechea Lee, cea buna si incompetenta, Lee cea draguta si plina de fisuri, un Labrador flocos si auriu, care nu poate sta departe de nicio balta si se tot intoarce acasa cu blana uda si mirosind neplacut.

Maybe I have always been, as Vi would subsequently accuse me, someone who creates obstacles for myself than looks around in surprise, wondering where they came from.

Long ago I had become my own confidant.

She was the reason I was a reader, and being a reader was what had made me most myself; it had given me the gifts of curiosity and sympathy, an awareness of the world as an odd and vibrant and contradictory place, and it had made me unafraid of its oddness and vibrancy and contradictions.

I often messed up with people, it was true, but it rarely happened because I was reading them wrong; it was because I got nervous, or because I could see too clearly that I was not what they wanted. And, in fact, it was in falling short that I truly excelled.

suppressed kind. What I wanted to know (it was useless, and adolescent as well)

This was the problem with me - I didn't know how to talk to people without asking them questions. Some people seemed to find me peculiar and some people were so happy to discuss themselves that they didn't even notice, but either way, it made conversation draining. While the other person's mouth moved, I'd try to think of the next thing to ask.

Sure, I believed the worst of myself but - not really. I was always waiting to be proven wrong.