Quotes About Introspection

So much happiness can only make me sad.

She wasn't pretty, but there were moments when I found her beautiful.

basis, n.: There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're inlove with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

Limbo is the state where there are only questions. That was as far as I'd gotten.

he laughs but it's a laugh he has to think about first.

Silence only harms when there are things that aren't being said, or when there's the fear that the well is empty and there's nothing left to say.

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

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

I recounted. I rechecked. Are you going to cock?

Rayanne: I think part of him is partly interested in you. Definitely. I mean, he's got other things on his mind. Angela: But that's the part that's so unfair. I have nothing else on my mind. How comes I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind. Rickie: That is deep.

But I have lived myself for too many years. I know exactly how hard I am.

You can tell a lot about a person based on the pages he or she journals on

does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees?

I fear you may have outmatched me, because now I find these words have nowhere to go. It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show that you tried unless you end up succeeding.

with you I feel real. but then I worry about the me that lies beneath.

I don't understand how it's possible to know you have a good life, but still be missing out on it. I don't understand why I won't let myself give in to what I have. It's good. What I have is good.

The only elixir to pass my lips was solitude." "Be careful you don't drink too much of that. It needs to be balanced by a rich diet of fine company.

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

none of us can stop listening. Because what is more transfixing than the sound of people hating you? In the darkest part of our hearts, we used to think that maybe they were right. We don't think that anymore.

Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions

What a strange phrase - not seeing other people. As if it's been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

I remind myself that I don't need to know everything, that there will always be essential rooms within us that will be unknown. I loosen my idea of him, and he becomes recognisable again.

You're alive, and this is what you're doing with it? Your youth grows pale. What do you have left? I tried to banish the thoughts from my head. But they were stubborn, and instead of leaving, they jumped on the floorboards inside my head.