Quotes About Introspection

And how many stories has she missed all these years while she's been so wrapped up in her own?

I've barely eaten and the cheap, not-quite-cold-enough champagne goes directly to the bottom of my stomach and into my bloodstream and I find, as my eyes take in the beauty of Chicago's skyline reflected in the rose-gold mirror of the lake, that I am crying.

The blackness faded over the years, but it never went away. Sometimes a good day might feel grey. But nothing ever felt white. Not ever.

She didn't need 'little chunks of home'. They were like slightly sinister postcards from old enemies.

her and Walter on to the internet for people to gawp at and to judge makes her feel queasy. But she's happy for others to do so. She's a consummate lurker. She never posts, she never comments, she never likes. She just looks.

Although they reflected the parts of himself that he disliked, he didn't dislike them.

She felt a terrible hollowness open up insider her, a sense that she was all alone, that she had in fact always been all alone, that the corners of her life were folding in and folding in and that there was nothing she could do about it.

I know I keep coming here and telling you that I'm growing up, but before I used to think that being grown up meant doing grown-up things. Now I know that's not true, that being a grown-up is not about getting married, about smart flats and reading groups; it's about taking responsibility for your own actions and the consequences of those actions.

kind of lost the plot there, I think. Too many drugs. Too much scrumpy. Trying to black it all out. Ended up in prison a few times. Then two years ago, the last time I got out of prison, I bought this van and I've been trying to lie low, y'know? Trying to keep away from triggers. Live a quiet life.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.

Sometimes I'm not nice for a reason. It's a way to find out what someone's made of.

I, cruel to Marks ? I'm the one you should worry about. After a conversation with her, I usually walk away with my entrails dragging behind me.

I want you to admit just once what you feel for me. I want to know if you'll miss me even a little. If you'll remember me. If you're sorry for anything.

Some things are better when it's raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this." "Lying in bed with me?

I forced myself to take another bite of bread, chewing casually. But inside I felt stricken, filled with unexpected yearning. And I realized the problem: no one I knew would have come up with that day for me. This is a man , I thought, who could break my heart .

But when you started dating someone, you could never be sure what you were getting into. You had to give someone a chance to show you who he really was . . . and believe him when he did.

No one ever thinks their own behavior is immoral, only other people's.

I'm scared of making the biggest mistake of my life. I'm just trying to figure out what the mistake is.

What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other

Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you've always wanted to do but haven 't yet.

Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and something was beginning.

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

West paused. "My God, I can feel sincerity rising in my chest like a digestive disorder. I have to stop.