Quotes About Introspection

These months drive us to listen within.

We evaluate ourselves based upon what we like to think… Others evaluate us based upon coming over/around or through…

One is not, my dear sir, a superior man merely because one sees the world in an odious light. One only hates mankind and life itself through failing to look deeply enough.

You know you're a hot mess when the only person buying you drinks all night is yourself.

It's been my experience that people who make proclamations about themselves are usually the opposite of what they claim to be.

I can remember my first one-night stand like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not the first. Or the second... or the fifth. I'll just begin with what I can remember and not concern myself with order.

I can trust my friends These people force me to examine myself, encourage me to grow.

I only answer to two people, myself and God.

Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.

You cannot love or hate another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.

It's as if there's no one at all working the drawbridge between his brain and his mouth.

One is forced to examine one's life when trapped in the wall by a Murphy bed.

Have you had stretches of time where dating or serious relationships were nonexistent?

Cheryl Mendelson

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people's diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.

But the reality is we often become our kindest, most ethical selves only by seeing what it feels like to be a selfish jackass first.

In your twenties you're becoming who you're going to be and so you might as well not be an asshole.

Be brave enough to break your own heart.

Maybe I was more alone than anyone in the whole wide world. Maybe that was okay.

And the fuck is yours too, WTF. That question does not apply 'to everything every day.' If it does, you're wasting your life. If it does, you're a lazy coward and you are not a lazy coward. Ask better questions, sweet pea. The fuck is your life. Answer it.

but thinking about it didn't do a thing. Thinking about it was a long dive into a bucket of shit that didn't have a bottom.

I would suffer. I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

What if I forgave myself? What if I forgave myself even though I'd done some things I shouldn't have? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything different from what I'd done? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if all those things I shouldn't have done were what got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?