Quotes About Introspection

That's what it all comes down to in the end. A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

She watched him surrender his crisp gaze to a softening, a bright-eyed fear that seemed to tunnel out of childhood. It had the starkness of a last prayer. She worked to get at it. His face was drained and slack, coming into flatness, into black and white, cracked lips and flaring brows, age lines that hinge the chin, old bafflements and regrets.

But I wanted to read it now, I needed it now, even if I knew I'd never finish. I liked reading books that nearly killed me, books that helped tell me who I was

I am a bad actor. Not for me or my camera. I see the person, not some idea he wants to make himself into. I'm all idea today. I definitely don't see it. I'm playing the idea of death. Look closely, he said.

I'm at that certain stage in a night of drinking and talking when I see things clearly through a small opening, a window in space.

She used to say to him, If people knew what I was thinking they would put me away forever. But they would put us all away, he said. They have put us away. we are put away for our thoughts, one way or another. We have put ourselves away, he said.

Fear is intense self-awareness.

this is the woman you are inside the life. looking at you, what? i'm more excited than i've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. excited and confused. i look at you and feel an erection stirring even as the situation argues strenuously against it. _Eric Packer

Pause for a moment, you wretched weakling, and take stock of yourself.

Writing is an organized way of thinking. I don't know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write them.

As I listened I thought a featureless baggy man was striking me in slow motion with a well-polished stone.

Minnesota is a human moment.

Solitude asks no pledges of anyone.

There were times when he felt the lure of a submoronic mode of being.

I'd been doing this for a while, attempting to define a word for an object or even a concept. Define loyalty, define truth. I had to stop before it killed me. The

I was living, in short, on the edge of a landscape of vast shame.

I could feel myself lapsing into my smallest self, all the vainglorious ideas around me shrunk into personal reverie because what am I in this place but someone in need of self-defense. •

What can you think about in the face of this kind of beauty? I get scared, I know that.

This is what long journeys are for. To see what's back behind you, lengthen the view, find the patterns, know the people, consider the significance of one matter or another and then curse yourself or bless yourself or tell yourself, in my father's situation, that you'll have a chance to do it all over again, with variations. He

Baba, I am the one in this family who is obsessed by death. I have always been the one.

You've said good-by to everyone but yourself. How does a person say good-bye to himself? It's a juicy existential dilemma.

She walked into the room and went to the window. She opened it. She threw the window open. She didn't know why she did this. Then she knew. She wanted to feel the sea tang on her face and the flow of time in her body, to tell her who she was.

How much pleasure did you take as a kid," Lasher said, "in imagining yourself dead?

Nie mam cia?a. Jestem umys?em, ?wiadomo?ci?, samotny w wielkiej przestrzeni.