Quotes About Introspection

We have rooms in ourselves. Most of them we have not visited yet. Forgotten rooms. From time to time we can find the passage. We find strange things . . . old phonographs, pictures, books . . . they belong to us, but it is the first time we have found them.

Die eerlikste manier om die verhaal te vertel, is stilte.

In the end, with this combination of frustration, resistance and enthusiasm, I hope I will have gained a little more soul.

La non-action, c'est la respiration de l'action. C'est comme le silence après le bruit. C'est s'efforcer, dans bien des moments de son quotidien, de ne pas passer tout de suite à autre chose, à une autre action. Décider de prendre le temps, non pas de réfléchir mais de ressentir, de se laisser doucement envahir par le sillage de ce que l'on vient de faire, et la présence de l'instant.

Victoria», en este privilegiado puesto de observación de nuestra existencia. Nos esforzamos por llegar a comprometernos

Sometimes you've got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.

Here's the thing: we're all as thin as paper. Like those paper people you used to find in old children's magazines, inhabiting a two-page spread with other paper people, all of them hanging out somewhere together-at the park, at church, at school, at the mall, on the family room-until some kid took a pair of scissors to the dotted lines surrounding them and cut them out of their paper world. That's us, that's anyone. That was me. A cut-out paper person removed from the world I once belonged to.

I didn't need to be liked or accepted. I needed to know and to accept myself.

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.' Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

Good prose is solitary work.

He felt water run down his back from the damp brickwork he was sitting against, and as he worried distantly about corrosion he realised you can always fall a little further. A moment ago he thought he'd bottomed out, but now he was concerned about personal rust. Mother of fuck.

Contemplation that does not foster action is no better than a broken wing.

I have at least three virtues. How many have you got?

Whatever solace TJ Farrelly sought, he would have to find it on his own. She had racked her brain until she had realized the truth: she had none to give.

I'm a man of no convictions. At least, I think I am.

It made him feel like less of a man. And given how much less of a man he'd felt the past several weeks, that was really saying something. He was surprised someone from the Man Club hadn't come by to revoke his dick and balls.

I used to be driven, but I pulled over.

There's a lot to do when you have a baby. The first thing, which is taking me a really long time: I have to figure out who the father is.

In her brain she runs a computer program to evade dooms no one has even considered. There's nothing she hasn't thought of, and thought of and thought of, poor woman.

We're taught to find the antecedents to our adult failures in childhood traumas, and so we spend our lives looking bacwards and pointing fingers, rather than bucking up and forging ahead. But what if your childhood was all a big misunderstanding? An elaborate ruse? What does that say about failure? Better yet, what does that say about potential?

When I write, I am trying through the movement of my fingers to reach my head. I'm trying to build a word ladder up to my brain.

My behavior makes perfect sense to me.

In the midst of such uncertainty, I cling not to what I know, but what I feel.

I am a jack-of-all-trades. I edit and teach and at times desire to be a clothing designer or an artist (one who doesn't draw or paint or sew) and I write everything but poetry and I am a mother and a social maniac and a misanthrope and a burgeoning self-help guru and a girl who wants to look pretty and a girl who wants to look sexy and a girl who wants to look girly and a woman in her middle forties who wishes not to look like anything at all, who wishes sometimes to vanish.