Quotes About Introspection

A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.

I checked to see if he and I had a special connection that was greater than his bond with his mother. We didn't.

That said, the spaces between my features are in perfect proportion to each other. So far no one has noticed this. Also my ears: darling little shells. I wear my hair tucked behind them and try to enter crowded rooms ear-first, walking sideways.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

I went home early to study my apartment before the class. I wanted to look at everything through her eyes. I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, "I think I might be a terrible person." For a split second I believed him—I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing. "No

I feel into the eyes of every person I passed on the street.

At its best, my system gives me a smoother living experience. My days become dreamlike, no edges anywhere, none of the snags and snafus that life is so famous for. After days and days alone it gets silky to the point where I can't even feel myself anymore, it's as if I don't exist.

The longer I stood there, the longer I had to stand there. It was intricate and exponential. I looked like I was doing nothing, but really I was as busy as a physicist or a politician. I was strategizing my next move. That my next move was always not to move didn't make it any easier.

I had written the same word seven thousand times attempting to alchemize time.

Always running and always wanting to go back but always being farther and farther away until finally it was just a scene in a movie where a girl says hello into the cauldron of the world and you are just a woman watching the movie with her husband on the couch and his legs are across your lap and you have to go to the bathroom.

I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello.

But as the sun rose I crested the mountain of my self-pity and remembered I was always going to die at the end of this life anyway.

I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

I ran a bath. Just before I stepped in the tub, I heard the front door close and froze in midstep; she was gone. Sometimes she did this. In the moments where other couples would fight or come together, she left me.

Past a certain age, they give up on the name games, which is regrettable for someone like me who loves anything that involves going around a circle and saying something about yourself. I wish there was a class where we could just keep going around the circle, around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

on the long ride home, neither of us said anything. we were kites flying in opposite directions attached to strings held by one hand.

I was experiencing the paroxysm of selfhood. The scientific name for this spasm is The Last Hurrah. The feeling was quickly spent.

We learned to be discreet. It helped that nobody really cares about anyone but themselves anyway.

In my essence, I am a stone, unmoving for ten thousand years, unless picked up and moved.

What most people would do in my situation is go to their boyfriend's house. They would go there and cry and be handed tissues and cry some more and never stop to think that they should really be laughing and smiling joyfully because their boyfriend is an actual physical being on the same plane of reality as them.

Food seemed impossibly strange. Children thought I was a child and tried to play with me, but I could neither play nor work, I could only wonder why. Why do people live at all.

Long intros are cool because there's a little bit of anticipation, you know?

Dac? n-ar fi fost visele, n-am fi È™tiut niciodat? c? avem un suflet. Lumea real?, concret?, tangibil? ar fi fost tot ce este, singurul vis permis nou?, È™i pentru c? singurul, incapabil s? se recunoasc? pe sine drept vis. Ne îndoim de ea pentru c? vis?m.