Quotes About Introspection

About Devon, about the lonesomeness of her daughter's life, about—

We are never deceived," she says, her voice deep and ringing. "We deceive ourselves.

There is no team in I

When you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes into you. (~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)

As Katie moved through the rooms, everything reminded her of everything:

how often do you realize something's a choice when you make it?

You spend a long time waiting for life to start-- her past year or two filled with all these firsts, everything new and terrifying and significant-- and then it does start and you realize it isn't what you'd expected, or asked for.

Their mother, that swan neck, those elegant arms. Her dark hair gathered up tightly with her grandmother's dragonfly combs. So dignified, so refined, carrying so much inside all the time. Surrounded all day by mirrors and never letting anyone see.

guess you're right," the woman said. "You blame everything on that one person. You think if that one person is gone, everything will be perfect and good." She slid her sunglasses back on. "But in the end, that person is you.

The hardest thing in this world is finding out what you're capable of.

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.

Trying to justify a world we don't hold all the answers to is what bedevils the best of us. Sometimes it's better just to accept that things are as we see them.

Then, at last, I had what I didn't know I was looking for: the antidote to my loneliness, which shriveled and withered away. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how much of me it had been.

There are no white knights, Soph. Not like in your stories. You have to see people for what they are, not what you want them to be.

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

I murmur something that sounds like "goodbye" but tastes like "hello.

I never think of nothing. The closest I come to a blank mind is when I am counting, fucking, or drinking. The rest of the time, my thoughts are like a hamster on a wheel, running endlessly but getting nowhere.

PERMALINK · 169465 · 15 HOURS AGO "She tried to feel sad, or guilty, or even to be angry about the way things had happened, but there frankly wasn't much room in either her head or her heart for wishing or moping.

We are often our own harshest critics

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.

So many of the blemished didn't know what to do with silence. Sunny'd learned that well enough at the coffee shop, where people insisted on talking, talking. To be "social," they said, but she thought it was because they didn't really know what to do with themselves if they had to listen to what was in their heads instead of what came out from their mouths.

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

I'm still the girl who sat in the front of the class, ready to answer all the teacher's questions. I just lost most of the answers somewhere along the way. Dan didn't make

the middle child's classic tendency to withdraw.