Quotes About Introspection

Fuck it. All she thinks about these days is whether something'll get her into trouble. Who cares? There was certainly a time when she didn't: and she was a better person then.

Getting drunk or high every night. Being hungover every morning. You run out of options at a certain point. You come to understand why everybody else is living the boring life. And it doesn't look so boring anymore.

He had had an inkling, even then, that only by losing himself, the well-behaved Connecticut boy he'd always been, might he ever hope to find his other, truer self.

Anybody can be anybody, he told himself as he eased his body down onto Devin's, the blunt pain of a beautiful pleasure wedging him open.

That milky splatter on the sheets makes him unbearably sad, and he wonders, not for the first time, whether the whole point of orgasm isn't, somehow, unbearable sadness.

Self-pity is an indulgence for artists and noblemen. Don't spend any more time with it than you must. Hear what it says, learn from it if you can, then move on.

Psychologically [the proliferation of] silent reading emboldened the reader because it placed the source of his curiosity completely under personal control.

I contemplate my last moments and wait for the explanation I know will not be offered.

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here.

You seem to like everybody. It's unnatural. It's also unfortunate. You're going to waste so much time before you've worked out who the people are it's worth your while to know.

When you spoke to her there wasn't any mystery. In herself she was all the explanation I felt she needed. And that is rare, isn't it? To be explained by yourself, by what you are and what you do, and not by what you've done, or were, or by what people think you might be or might become.

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where

And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken In her cold coffee eyes

If there is a moral in this book, it is not my fault. If there is social relevance, it crept in without alerting me, in which case I would have hit it with a stick." (from preface to a later edition of the novel)

in order to be comfortable with other people, you have to be comfortable with yourself.

The person you have to watch is the one pointing the finger.

conscientia,

Be a mirror, not a sponge.

If she's not held accountable for what she does, she won't have to look at how her behavior affects herself and those around her. And until she is held accountable by others and by herself and decides to change, she won't get better. In fact, she could get worse.

To get unstuck, you must take a different approach. Stop focusing so much on your family member and take a close look at yourself. Work on becoming more of your own person.

If you're a misanthrope you stay at home. There are certain writers who really don't like other people. I'm not like that, I don't think.

Travel works best when you're forced to come to terms with the place you're in.

It's only when you're alone that you realize where you are. You have nothing to fall back on except your own resources.