Quotes About Introspection

There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.

Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.

The more she thought about it, the more Madeleine understood that extreme solitude didn't just describe the way she was feeling about Leonard. It explained how she'd always felt when she was in love. It explained what love was like and, just maybe, what was wrong with it.

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.

A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.

When asked why she had tried to kill herself, she said only, It was a mistake.

His lost look of a man who realized that all this dying was going to be the only life he ever had.

The matter with us is you.

Here it comes, I thought. The first ex-boyfriend had been summoned. Soon the rest would follow. They would file around the table, presenting their deficiencies, telling of their addictions, their cheating hearts... But that didn't happen with Julie. This was because Julie isn't husband-hunting. So she didn't have to interview me for the job.

Parties bring my misantrophy into focus.

It was like that Talking Head song. "And you may ask yourself, 'How did I get here?' … And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house. And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife' ". As he responded to the essay questions, Mitchell kept bending his answers toward their practical applications. He wanted to know why he was here, and how to live. It was perfect way to end your college career. Education had finally led Mitchell out into life.

Her tragedy hadn't made her more approachable, and in fact lent her the unknowable quality of a person who had suffered more than could be expressed.

I never know what I feel until it's too late.

There was nowhere to go that wouldn't be me.

Here's a question I still can't answer: Did I see through the male tricks because I was destined to scheme that way myself? Or do girls see through the tricks, too, and just pretend not to notice?

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn't chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.

He was like a statue being chiseled away from the inside, hollowed out. As more and more of his thoughts gave him pain, Milton had increasingly avoided them. Instead he concentrated on the few that made him feel better, the bromides about everything working out. Milton, quite simply, had ceased to think things through.

In desperate moods he asked his mirror why the girl he was crazy about was the only girl not crazy about him.

and the magisterial presence of all those words stopped her in her tracks.

And it was during this period that Madeleine fully understood how the lover's discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn't physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.

Hogy az emberek miért pont ahhoz kötik az életüket, akikhez aztán kötik, azt többnyire épp az érintettek értik a legkevésbé.

Stomach-sleepers like me were in retreat from reality, given to dark perception and the meditative arts. This

The magisterial presence of all those potentially readable words stopped her in her tracks.