Quotes About Introspection

seriously, is this what the rest of my life is going to be? i don't think i signed up for this.

So what's your story?" Ryan asks. Avery looks up at him, hand still in the water. "My story?" "Yeah. Everybody has at least one.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving.

We are such wonderful idiots, Peter thinks.

Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions. I used to find this interesting. Now it has taken on the taint of meaninglessness.

There were only two options—something was wrong with everyone else, or something was wrong with me. Because either they were tricking themselves into thinking there was a tomorrow together, or I was the only person who was leaving.

Like everyone else, Avery considers his inner world to be a scary, convoluted, inscrutable place. It is one thing to show someone your best, cleanest version. It's quite another to make him aware of your deeper, jagged self.

To do this—to understand the full extent to which people can define themselves beyond their bodies—I have had to learn and learn and learn, and then learn some more. And by learn I mean unlearn…and then learn and unlearn and learn some more.

We wish we could offer you a creation myth, an exact reason why you are the way you are, why when you read this sentence, you will know it's about you.

Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

I am starting to realize what this means, and how sad it would be. I am already feeling some of the sadness now, and it isn't even happening.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

And again. I kept clicking until the photograph was demolished, until it was no more than a mosaic of gray tiles, adding up to nothing. Nothing. Because wasn't that how I felt that day? If you zoom close—if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself—then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the painful process of finding it.

I stole Judy Blume's 'Forever' from my sister when I was eight,' I say. 'I figured if it was by the author of 'Superfudge', it had to be good. Well, I soon realized why she kept it under her bed. I'm not sure I understood it all, but I thought it was unfair that the boy would name his, um, organ, and the girl wouldn't name hers. So I decided to give mine a name.' Rhiannon is laughing. What was its name?' Helena. I introduced everyone to her at dinner that night. It went over really well.

He drinks, even though drinking always makes him remember rather than forget.

I WILL BE A BETTER PERSON. I know it's hard to believe. From me. From the bitch who got pummeled with an orange tray. But I knew - I hadn't become the worst kind of person yeat. I had to believe that. [...] Being a bitch is easy. It's finding the alternative that's hard.

I am a solo flier looking out over the land of Boyfriends and Girlfriends. I am three notes in the middle of a song.

What do I know about love? Not much - that's the safe answer.

The had compatible silences.

The sound of words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speakers hears some of the sound from the inside.

All he feels is the bored emptiness of the flat, flat world. And there's no one who bores him more than himself.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why.