Quotes About Introspection

She reassembled her deranged silent treatment of the whole of the twentieth century, but it quit before she could fire it.

I'm forever writing around a void—I guess I don't have to explain to you why that is.

Let him get stoned, since everybody must.

That's stupid. That's people.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: Do you like me?

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me, I needed to see her again, I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need, there's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.

is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.

The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

I wasn't having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.

It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.

It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about "Eleanor Rigby." It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

We stopped laughing, I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: Do you like me?

I'd lost count of the disappointments.