Quotes About Introspection

If I'd been somone else in a different world I'd've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

I can be funny, because I have time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in manners that are interesting, not only melancholy. With writing, we have second chances.

There is noting wrong with not understanding yourself.

maybe great books were coiled within him like springs, books that could have separated inside from outside.

Don't you find that strange? I can't believe I never found it strange before. It's like your name, how you don't notice it for so long, but when you finally do, you can't help but say it over and over, and wonder why you never thought it was strange that you should have that name, and that everyone has been calling you that name for you whole life.

Everyone has a pipeline through which he pushes what he is willing and able to share of himself out into the world, and through which he takes in all of the world that he is willing and able to bear. Max's conduit wasn't bigger than anyone else's, it was simply unclogged. What

It's not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness.

The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel's ring, which had lain motionless in the honey-colored amber since long before Noah hammered the first plank, hid its head between its many legs, in shame.

There are times when one needs to disappear while in the living room, and sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you're feeling a lot of something, but you don't know what the something is. Am I frustrated? Am I actually just panicky? And that confusion changes your mood, it becomes your mood, and you become a confused, gray person

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.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

None of my pets know their own names, what kind of person am I?

They lay in silence, thinking their own thoughts, each trying to know the other's. They were becoming strangers on top of each other.

I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Alone, one can live perfectly. But not a life.

Were we praying, Forgive our oppressors for what they have done? Or, Forgive us for what has been done to us? Or, Forgive You for Your inscrutability?

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

Razmišljam o svemu što sam u?inila.I o svemu što nisam u?inila.Pogreške su za mene mrtve.Ali ne mogu povu?i stvari koje nikada nisam u?inila.

At first it made me angry, but then it made me sad, and then it made me so grateful, and then it made me angry again, and I went through these feelings hundreds of times, stopping on each for only a moment and then moving to the next.

Its so painful to think, and tell me what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever get me?

And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.

Sitting with her now, rehearsing the horrible conversation, Jacob wondered if maybe, all those years, he had misunderstood the spaces surrounding Julia: her quiet, her steps back. Maybe they weren't buffers of defense, but of the most extreme humility, the purest generosity. What if she wasn't withdrawing, but beckoning? Or both at the same time? Withdrawing and beckoning? And more to the point: making a world for their children, even for Jacob.

sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I'm not living.