Quotes About Introspection

Linda Mallory was the postmodern fuck. She was self conscious to the point of distraction, counted her orgasms and felt none of them. She worried about how she looked while making love, about how her expression changed when she started to come, whether she was too tight, too loose, too dry, too wet, too loud, to quiet and she found need to express these concerns during the course of the event.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

How long do you mean to be content?

Among the haunts of humankind, hard-featured men, or with proud, angry looks, or cold, staid gait, or false and hollow smiles, or the dull sneer of self-loved ignorance, or other such foul masks, with which ill thoughts hide that fair being whom we spirits call man.

Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass The hearts of others ... And when I went among my kind, with triple brass Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed, To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woeful mass!

What are numbers knit By force or custom? Man who man would be, Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing his throne On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.

Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance

Y vos? -Yo soy cosa mía.

Falling in love with another man is like falling into a vast vat of yourself. For some men this is ultimately nourishing, for others . . . it is drowning.

Realize the complicated specials of what we call the "inferiority complex." In other words, what, Miss Thing, is so damn special about you to make you feel so specially inferior to any other jerk?

The most amazing thing about young men is how invisible they were to you when you were young. It is also the most poignant.

But everything had changed, and I was becoming more and more of who I really was, and less of this person I had thought I wanted to be.

I never thought I'd have a story worth telling, at least not one about me.

Redemption is overrated.

How did you know that what you sought was redemption and not righteous vengeance?

We are really competing against ourselves, we have no control over how other people perform.

I kept my age quiet for a good few years. I didn't see it as a positive. I worked remotely, so I just didn't tell people.

Sometimes," he said, "you've got to watch people a long time to see who they are.

To see certain things, you have to be lying on your back with tears in your eyes and a scalding potato in your mouth. It's possible, I think, that you have to be hurt to see anything at all.

without moving a muscle in his face, slips away; retreats, I think, to that sheltered place where his stories are kept. Perhaps we all have our places.

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