Quotes About Introspection

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

I have often wondered if my past is the reason I am the way I am, if it has made me monstrous. If so, will I make a monster out of him?

It is no small thing to pass judgement on the person who raised you, no matter what else they have done.

I crouch in the hollow beneath the tree, looking up at the spangled sky and the bright scythe of a moon.

All human beings should try and learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why. —JAMES THURBER

I always supposed I would be delicious,' I hear him say.

A menudo me he preguntado si mi pasado es la razón por la que soy como soy, si eso me ha convertido en un monstruo.

He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he'd never see me again.

I wonder what the kid I was then would think of the people we are now.

Debo dejar de fantasear sobre huir hacia otra vida, y tratar de averiguar como vivir la que ya tengo. I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.

What has changed? Is he different because I have forced him to be? Is it because he is away from Balekin? Or is he no different at all and I am only seeing what I want to see?

Will you tell me how you came to be living…" He stops, as if trying to find the words. "As you were." I remember the care I'd given that he not know. How could I explain the way time seemed to slip from my fingers, the way I became incrementally more detached, more unable to reach out a hand to take anything I wanted?

She is a mirror, reflecting someone I could have been but am not.

You're no killer.' He has no idea what I am. Maybe I don't know, either. Maybe I never let myself find out.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.

When will you cease being a dissapointment?

I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

You think I'm weak." "You are weak," I tell her. "You're weak and pathetic and I-" "I'm a mirror," she shouts. "I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

Right then, I feel as though he sees everything—every hope of my heart, every stray thought I've had before falling into an exhausted sleep each dawn.

I have stood apart from the world for so long. That has made it hard for me to navigate being in it, but it has also made me an excellent observer.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

Maybe it was the shame that was the problem.

Maybe I was unhappy for a lot of my marriage but didnt' realize it...She who is busy has no time to realize unhappiness. Now I have to wonder: why was I so busy in the first place? To fill a void I suspected was there but was afraid to acknowledge?