Quotes About Introspection

He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.

Sometimes when I look at all my children, I say to myself, Lillian, you should have stayed a virgin.

I find myself looking around at everything with an unsatisfied sniff. I'm too easily irritated and bored, and I'm disturbed by the arrogance that that implies.

I squat there and think about how you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel.

Perhaps all science is merely self-investigation.

It came to him that he didn't like holidays. . . . They bore down on you. Each one always ended up feeling like an exam . . .

you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them.

Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life? -I don't think we ever talk about anything else.

It was a skill of mine, splitting myself in half, pretending to be childish and oblivious while shifting through adult exchanges with the focus and discrimination of a forensic detective.

I've forgotten what gets revealed right after you break up with someone.

He has us draw a floor plan of the first place we ever remember living. 'The rooms, the closets, the hallway,' he says as he draws one himself on the blackboard. He turns back to us and says, 'Now add the significant details: the couch, the bourbon bottle, the slot between the wall and the fridge.' He laughs. 'You see? I've already told you my whole childhood in three details.' He jogs to the left and writes in block letters: NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS.

squat there and think about how you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel.

I spent the rest of the morning observing the observer

You don't always see how much other people are shaping you.

it scared me, the idea that this professional might go in and find that other person inside me, the person who was feeling all the things I did not let myself feel.

I don't know if she is outside of me or inside of me, but she is here. I feel her love for me. I feel my love reach her.

Brain ablaze. Feel like we are unearthing something and finding ourselves, knowing ourselves, stripping odd layers of our upbringing like old paint. Can't write about it fully yet. Don't understand it. I only know that when F leaves and B and I talk I feel like I am saying - and hearing - the first wholly honest words of my life.

You don't realize how much effort you've put into covering things up until you dig them out.

I think about how you get trained early on as woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel.

You get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel.

The key is, she said, to disengage yourself from all your ideas about what is "natural.

Between our call and today he talked himself out of me, and now he is coming back around. I squat there and think about how you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that's hard to unravel.

I'm wondering how to tell him about Oscar. I want to know if it matters to him. IT seems like the only way to find out his feelings for me. It was easier to imagine doing this when he wasn't in the room, when he wasn't leaning over a table on his elbows, twisting up a chopstick wrapper with fingers that are unexpectedly familiar.

I think of all the people playing roles, getting further and further away from themselves, from what moves them, what stirs them all up inside.