Quotes About Introspection

How small a thought it takes to fill a life.

If you met a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they had tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

My father looked right at me, but he didn't answer. And his eyes were dazed and staring through me, like I was made out of smoke. That was the first time I thought that maybe I was.

as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.

I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they're supposed to be by going nowhere.

I know this much: morality is meant to be a clear line, but it's not really. Things change. Shit happens. Who we are is about not what we do, but why we tell ourselves we do it.

It is amazing how you can look in a mirror your whole life and think you are seeing yourself clearly. And then one day, you peel off a filmy gray layer of hypocrisy, and you realize you've never truly seen yourself at all. I

I used to stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom to see what they were staring at. I wanted to know what made their heads turn, what it was about me that was so incredibly different. At first I couldn't tell. I mean, I was just me. Then one day, when I looked in the mirror, I understood. I looked into my own eyes and I hated myself, maybe as much as all of them did. That was the day I started to believe they might be right.

I can't answer a single one of these, which is how I know that whether I'm ready or not, I'm growing up.

Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say.

Eli had learned long ago that you can stare right at something and not see what lies beneath the surface.

It is a curious thing, watching a strong man fall to pieces.

A lot of people have opinions, but I don't think they ever ask themselves why their opinions are what they are.

And when your wife is not the same person you fell in love with eight years ago, where exactly does that leave you? Do you try to get to know who she has become, and hope for the best? Or do you keep deceiving yourself in the hope that she might wake up one morning and have gone back to the woman she used to be? May be, Caleb thinks with a small shock, he isn't the same person he once was, either.

When the truth came out, and no one wanted to be around her anymore, it stood to reason Josie wouldn't want to be around herself either.

Who we are is about not what we do, but why we tell ourselves we do it.

con su visión recuperada, bajaba los ojos para no tener que ver.

you need to think about the difference between what is secret and what is private.

When you get down to it, though, explaining what you believe isn't all that easy. If you say that you believe something to be true, you might mean one of two things—that you're still weighing the alternatives, or that you accept it as a fact. I don't logically see how one single word can have contradictory definitions, but emotionally, I completely understand. Because there are times I think what I am doing is right, and there are other times I second-guess myself every step of the way.

People move too fast and talk too much, and before you know it, they come back to a place they don't want to be - except now they know there's nowhere left to run.

She turned to stare out the window, lost in a thousand thoughts, not a single one of which Danielle could guess.

These days it seemed like the words between them were there only to outline the silences.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill.