Quotes About Introspection

I think about death every day - what it would be like, why it would happen to me. It would be humiliating to be afraid.

After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.

Acceptance spells death to a writer.

I am not sure of anything, I know nothing . . . can you imagine that I don't even know the date of my own death?

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.

Death focuses the mind on the things that really matter: why are we here, and what should we do?

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

To philosophize is nothing else than to prepare oneself for death.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Misers, as death approaches, are heaping up a chest of reasons to stand in more awe of him.

I romanced internally about early death till it was too late to die early.

My father's death took me to a place I had never been and a place I had never left. In his absence, I've had to rely more on myself.

I was thinking about dying the other day the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing - that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.

Severally on the occasion of everything that thou doest, pause and ask thyself, if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives thee of this.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

To philosophize is to learn to die.

Well," I said, "after years and years of painting ourselves opaque, this carries us straight back to when we were sure we were transparent." "Is that it?" "Maybe. Who knows.

Are you always attracted to damaged women?" "I didn't know there were any other kind.