Quotes About Introspection

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.

I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds?" Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moments they weren't heroic at all? The moments where their heroism led to more deaths than deliberate villainy ever could?

Can't get away from your own self.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to removes it.

You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I consider all the things I have done to become a worthy adversary of him, but maybe I haven't been fighting Cardan at all. Maybe I've been fighting my own shadow.

I don't know," Call said. He was starting to worry that there weren't any good guys. Just people with longer or shorter Evil Overlord lists.

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong?

She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

You don't know what you are.

If you don't know why you're apologizing, your apology probably sucks.

Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

A small smile turns up a corner of my mouth. I feel the sharpness of my teeth and roll my tongue over them. For the first time, I like the feeling.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it." — "I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

It takes bravery to be an adventurer," Odette said, lifting her drink and walking away. "And what better adventure than the discovery of our true selves?

I hope to be able to decide for myself - when we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it that something inside of us has been released?

At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of.

No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.

At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.