Quotes About Introspection

And this is what happened. We both took it as an opportunity to peel the wallpaper from our lives. The only thing I kept out were the photographs of my friends and family, placed on a wall with photographs of your friends and (less so) family on the other end, as if they were meeting for the first time, still too shy or wary to mingle.

i said 'i don't know' because that had become my answer to everything.

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. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...) I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

Cooper's loathing of everyone else—his parents, the people in his town, the men he chats with—is surpassed only by his loathing of himself.

But I reckon to tell you there are soft truths, too. It doesn't always have to be like running into a wall. Sometimes it's just like waking up.

Focused on nothing, open to everything- it's a state I fall into, where all my senses swap. My voice is blind, my hearing is mute, my sight is deaf. Art is science, mathematics is conversation, and music is something that bleeds. I am so far away that I'm inside myself. I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here.

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 anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

Observar o mundo de cima, e ficar a sós comigo mesmo. Aquilo, descobri, era do que eu precisava.

I need to figure things out. But how can you figure out something that doesn't have a shape? It's the shapeless things - like love, like attraction - that are the hardest to map -Rhiannon

There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us

After awhile, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are.

You can't wander around and think the wandering will call them back.

Zakochanie si? w drugiej osobie nie oznacza, ?e wiesz, co ta druga osoba czuje, wiesz tylko, co ty czujesz

I didn't write autobiography. I wrote to leave autobiography behind.

I'm not sure we're any better, but able to describe the attempt to track our wandering in circles in a way that perhaps somebody else can identify with. I don't think writers are any smarter than other people. I think they may be more compelling in their stupidity, or in their confusion.

The way to finish the book is to turn down the volume on the stuff that's all about how other people react.

I finished and e-mailed to myself to see what it'd read like to open, and decided it looked a little loopy and that I'd been the right person to open it after all. I read him, thought about him, and I never saw him again except on television once.

The more we learn about ourselves and our history, the more we are confronted with our extraordinarily violent character.

To understand war, we must understand ourselves.

He hugs the thought to himself with guilty glee.

Analysis has a way of unravelling the self: the longer you pull on the thread, the more flaws you find.

Cica in fiecare grasan se afla cate-un slabanog care se lupta sa iasa la lumina, iar eu unul ii aud strigatele inabusite ori de cate ori ma uit in oglinda.

It's maybe impossible to escape (your own head), but I guess the secret is the prison cell just gets bigger and bigger and bigger and prettier and prettier and prettier.