Quotes About Introspection

I'm not eager to jump into marriage again. I'm in the corner right now, wearing my dunce cap. That area is obviously a nightmare.

If I'm alone too long I think too much, and I'm not interested in doing that. That won't lead anywhere good, I'm sure. If I'm busy I tend to stay out of trouble. An idle mind is the devil's playground.

locking myself in a shell of an existence isn't healing. It's hiding.

I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted.

We think that if we surround ourselves with people, we can't be alone, when the reality is that we're always alone.

I know, deep in my heart and soul, that I have to own how I allow myself to process life, how I allow events and people to affect me. I define my character. They do not.

Broken" from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn't know how personal it is to me. I'm falling apart. I'm barely breathing. I'm barely holding on to you. This song, this place with the words, and I am raw

Don't let your tongue be your worst enemy. —John Franzese CHAPTER

And if you yourself are incompatible with your view of the world?

Reading unfolds like a game called 'I,' in public gardens in good weather, in a series of worn-down hotel rooms, in museums in winter, where 'I' is the composite figure who is going to write but hasn't yet.

I felt the sadness thoroughly. I believed it then. I wrote the sadness in my diary, I drank the sadness in my room or in cafés, I fucked the sadness. I almost believed I was the sadness.

Do you ever wish to quit the daily comedy of transforming into the I-speaker without abandoning the wilderness of sensing? The sensation isn't morbid; it is ultimately disinterested.

It was an intensely lonely moment, like all of eighth grade condensed into one claustrophobic second.

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one in the same.

Sometimes I hated it when I was right, but I always hated it when someone else was. Especially when their being right made me wrong. I'm irrational that way. It's something I'm working on.

You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get privacy inside your own head.

You'll never find a worse critic than the one inside your own skin, or a more difficult one to silence," I told Pieras, by means of explanation. "The best you can hope for is to teach it some manners.

One simple exercise you can do is spend an hour alone at your desk and write out all of your habits. Use one side of the paper for what you consider to be good habits, and the other side for what you consider to be bad habits.

I am, perhaps, too intellectual, too modern, for my own comfort! How lovely it would be to sink into the warm comfort of established religion.

Upon occasion, we misunderstand ourselves, or we lose faith. Whichever the case, we say things we think are true, only to find they are not.

Two measly kisses: they uncovered that I was incapable of earning my way religiously, that I couldn't achieve or even want goodness, that my heart at its core was sinister and dark and confused. They opened up a chance for me to fail myself and to fail God big, and thus they put me face-to-face with the gospel of grace--a grace that up till then I had never known or experienced.

The most important thing, I think. You can't run from your past. You have to take it for what it is and realize that it's part of you.

I always assume people's behaviors are a reaction to something I've done, not that they're just doing their thing.

Those dreams that find you in the quiet of yourself, those are the truest of all,