Quotes About Introspection

You don't want to go into your head alone, mon petit. It's a very scary place.

As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

i will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

Ik lag op mijn arm tot er geen gevoel meer in zat en toen tilde ik hem op (met mijn nietgevoelloze arm) en legde hem op mijn borsten. Ik wilde weten hoe het voelde om een vreemde hand op je borsten te hebben. Het was wel aangenaam, maar wat weet ik er nou van? Ik zit vol rare verlangens om helder te kunnen denken. Moet ik mijn beha aan naar het feest?

Wat betekent dat, als een jongen zijn hand op je borst legt? Betekent het dat hij een geilneef is? Of was zijn hand gewoon moe?

Who knows what goes on in my mind? I will be the last to know. Even

I suppose this is what life will be like for me—never having a boyfriend, always just living through others

Mi értelme Shakespeare-nek? Tudom, hogy zseni meg minden, de állandóan csak károg. - De csitt, mi fény nyilall az ablakon? A rohadt Hold, az isten szerelmére. Szedd össze magad, Vili!

Now here he was, drunk and sober at the same time. Each half of him disgusted at the other.

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care.

The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.

An isolated person requires correspondence as a means of seeing his ideas as others see them, and thus guarding against the dogmatisms and extravagances of solitary and uncorrected speculation.

Taking us by and large, we're a queer lot We women who write poetry. And when you think How few of us there've been, it's queerer still. I wonder what it is that makes us do it, Singles us out to scribble down, man-wise, The fragments of ourselves.

A man who is not a good friend to himself cannot be so to any one else.

The veil is slowly rising, but as regards innumerable questions we must be content to remain in ignorance.

Philosophy wants us to get ourselves out of trouble by utilising our own resources,

If you put junk in, you're going to get junk out; but if you find inspiration, you're going to come up with things that you would never think of otherwise. Your lungs breathe even when you don't think about it. Your heart pumps without your help. Your brain is working on ideas and solutions even when you don't realize it.

You know, I have had a terrible life. I married two men I really didn't like. My only daughter was killed in a car accident. My brother committed suicide. Has my life been a life for anyone to envy?

All autobiographies are alibi-ographies.

But what bothers me is that I only accidentally noticed them. What else have I missed? How many times in my life have I been, so to speak, on the back porch, not the front porch? What would have been said to me that I failed to hear? What love might there have been that I didn't feel?