Quotes About Introspection

So I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.

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

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. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it-- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

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.

As the two of us—past self, my present self—hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

You must ask yourself this: Will you decide when love's going to work and when it isn't? You have been pronouncing too much and feeling too little.

The phrase rush to judgment is a silly one. When it comes to judgment, most of us don't have to rush. We don't have to even leave the couch. Our judgment is so easy to reach for.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me.Even with my hair wet and drawn back it's me. But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? Could I identify myself that way? I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. Same with my hands. I have no idea what my back looks like. I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

solipsistic, adj. Go ahead, I thought. Go ahead. Go ahead. I got stuck there. Go ahead. Go ahead. Because I genuinely couldn't see anything after that.

There's only so long that you can stare at a wall before you feel like an idiot.

The phrase rush to judgement is a silly one. When it comes to judgement, most of us don't have have to rush. We don't have to even leave the couch. Our judgement is easy to reach for.

But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.

there's something important about going back to books you've already read. You will always find new thing inside or have new reaction to characters you thought you already knew well. You learn more about the story and you also learn more about yourself as a reader, and where you are in life.

I can tell there are lots of thoughts she's considering, but I have no idea what they are. Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

We are who we are, and we'll be who we'll be. A book can make us feel that, but it can't invent that. It's already inside us.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first step of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

We both stay there, on our tightrope. Not looking down, but not moving, either.

Sitting in that room, talking to Mr. Wright, I knew I had to get all of my identities in order. I realized how many identities I had, at a time when I really should have been focusing on having one.

i don't want my body to be a temple. i don't want it to be worshiped or congregated.

We choose how much of the world we want to let into our lives. Both the beauty of it and the horror of it. There has to be a point of insulation -- but some of us insulate real close right down to our very selves and others insulate wider, let more of the world in.

For our afternoon, I've decided to attempt to give Rhiannon the satisfaction of being fully alone. Not the lethargy of lying on the couch or the dull monotony of drifting off in math class. Not the midnight wandering in a sleeping house or the pain of being left in a room after the door has been slammed shut. This alone is not a variation of any of those. This alone is its own being. Feeling the body, but not using it to sidetrack the mind. Moving with purpose, but not in a rush.

Fiecare persoana este o posibilitate. Sentimentalii incurabili simt cel mai acut asta, dar chiar si pentru altii, singurul mod de a nu se da batauti este sa vada fiecare persoana ca pe-o posibilitate.

If you wan to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it -A