Quotes About Introspection

I need to narrow things down, start pruning back. Until then, I'm a whirring zoetrope of half-thoughts and worries.

I think most of the time when I'm yelling at my husband, I'm just yelling at myself.

Find out who you are, and live that life.

I wasn't cold, but I was shivering when I walked onto the Clayton Road overpass. I wasn't scared either, even when I climbed over the rail. I didn't feel much of anything.

Everyone ages. Everyone can learn a trade and pay taxes and have a family. But that's not growin up. It's about how you act when your shit gets shaken up, it's about how much you see around you. That's what makes a man.

The avid walker Henry David Thoreau said in 1851, "The moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.

When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.

Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

Felicia stayed on the fringe of life because it was free of everyday malice. It was more dignified there.

Solitude, Celia realizes now, exists for us not to remember but to forget.

Those who speak know nothing. Those who know are silent.

Mirrors are for misery, nothing more...they record decay.

I mean Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I lost myself. In between." "Oh," I said, and then I just sat there, because something about that idea—that you could be one person in one moment and then wake up and be completely different—punched me in the gut.

En la desgracia descubres tu auténtica naturaleza

Señor, le presento a mi compañera de lecho y dígame si su interior no es tan hermoso como su exterior. Cristina de Suecia

Hay gente a quien su desnudez la viste -digo- , y hay gente que, al vestirse, se queda sola.

I've given up listening to people. What can they tell me that is so much more to the point than what I've always known? All the mistakes in my life came from accepting advice.

There is nothing in man or nature that does not ask questions.

I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.

Anyone who's really interested in anything spends time alone.

The big occurrences in life, the serious ones, have for me always been nearly impossible to recognize because they never feel big or serious. In the moment, you have to pee, your arm itches, or what people are saying strikes you as melodramatic or sentimental, and it's hard not to smirk. You have a sense of what this type of situation should be like - for one thing, all-consuming - and this isn't it. But then you look back, and it was that; it did happen.

To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person.

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.