Quotes About Introspection

What other people think about you has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.

Somehow I thought I could make more of myself by making less of myself.

In spite of this love, sex, and equality with Steven, I didn't want to let go of Amy. More than that, I sensed that the good stuff I has now having with Steven had something to do with what she had brought out in me. Or more, to the point, my confidence and self-knowledge about what I wanted had something to do with having a woman in my romantic sphere. it wasn't long before I broke up with Steven and fell in love with Amy.

The change you seek isn't out there somewhere in space. The change comes from within you. When you bring a deliberate awareness to your daily tasks – especially the most mundane of them – you've changed the whole complexion of your day. In fact, you've transformed the essence of your very being.

He nodded, rueful. "I immediately caught myself

I just don't know which is worse, to say nothing or to say too much.

I see women married to good men, shitty men, philandering men, boring men, alcoholic men and they all think there's someone different out there who would have been better for them.

The measuring and mixing always smoothed out her thinking processes - nothing was as calming as creaming butter - and when the kitchen was warm from the oven overheating and the smell of baking chocolate, she took final stock of where she'd been and where she was going. Everything was fine.

I don't want to be alone anymore, but I don't want to go out and cold-bloodedly look for a man, either. - Kate Svenson

It's amazing what you find you are made of when you dig deeply enough to figure out.

There are lots of people who rewrite their past and, what's more, believe it themselves. Now that is odd.

People who climb mountains are lonely people; loneliness is needed. Acquaintances and friends are great things, but climbers need defined mental space that is untouched and unbothered by anyone.

You go to a party or whatever, and you spend the whole night zeroing in on the woman in red, the blonde in the corner, the girl with the big laugh, and then, as you are leaving, you see someone out of the corner of your eye, her hair glinting in the light, her long neck tilted slightly as she listens intently to the person next to her. And you know she's the one you should of talked to.

don't be snowed by a handsome guy at a bookstore who quotes Cicero and Proust. They are often not the real thing. As with many fleeting pleasures--travel in their company, enjoy them every so often, and then get on with your life.

Mas, para mim, a leitura é muito mais que isso. Os livros ensinam a você como outras pessoas pensam o que estão sentindo e como se transformam de seres comuns em seres extraordinários. Muitas vezes eles são tão atraentes e inteligentes que você prefere passar o tempo lendo sobre elas a fazer qualquer outra coisa.

I can say anything, but the things I want to say are trapped in that wide open space so I don't say anything at all.

isn't that what happens in us in our lives? Don't we all reach out in our nights and our days, full of some mysterious agenda, and hope another person can somehow read our minds and give us our heart's desire? I wonder why we are like this. What happens to us along the way that makes us so afraid to ask for what we really want? And what do we become when we lose that ability?

Because the truth is, nobody knows what's best for you better than you do. You have to really sit still and ask yourself: What do I want? Does this feel right? What should I do? I realized I had to go back and do what I had always done. Listening to my gut was just as important as listening to the advice of others, and only I knew what was best for me.

I told him I didn't want to hurt him, or anyone else. I just feel that sometimes I am better company only to myself, because of what is happening in my life, than I am or would be to anyone else.

If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I'm dying.

Sometimes I think he's just chosen to keep quiet because it is so much more interesting sometimes to just listen to people instead of talking to them.

I like the idea of keeping my thoughts all in one place, like a brain you can look into.

A volte penso di aver qualcuno dentro, ma è un'altra parte di me, più strana. A volte la vedo nello specchio.

His apartment is small and filled with books from the toilet tank to the top of the fridge. I think he has to keep reading these stories because he so rarely has any stories of his own. I