Quotes About Introspection

We hadn't been ready for that. It had never occurred to us to wonder how we  would feel, being seen like that, being the spiders.

Hace ya algún tiempo que me cuesta relajarme en mi propia casa. Si estoy solo, me pongo cada vez más nervioso, fastidiado por la idea de que me estoy perdiendo un encuentro crucial en otra parte. Pero si me quedo solo en casa ajena, a menudo me inunda una agradable sensación de paz.

I turned around on the Button Couch, estimating the tension had reached a level that could no longer justify complete privacy.

however accurately one may fill in the surface details of one's mirror reflection, the personality represented rarely comes near the truth as others would see it.

Indeed – why should I not admit it? – at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Why write a novel if it was going to offer more or less the same experience someone could get by turning on a television?

Why, Mr. Stevens, why, why, why do you always have to pretend?

It is surely a professional responsibility for us all to think deeply about these things so that each of us may better strive towards attaining 'dignity' for ourselves.

but then it is perhaps in the nature of coming away on a trip such as this that one is prompted towards such surprising new perspectives on topics one imagined one had long ago thought through thoroughly.

was speaking to me. 'It must be nice sometimes to have no feelings. I envy you.' I considered this, then said: 'I believe I have many feelings. The more I observe, the more feelings become available to me.

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really – one has to ask oneself – what dignity is there in that?

Until recently, I didn't think that humans could choose loneliness.

My imagination came alive when I moved away from the immediate world around me.

it is perhaps in the nature of coming away on a trip such as this that one is prompted towards such surprising new perspectives on topics one imagined one had long ago thought through thoroughly.

I believe I have many feelings. The more I observe, the more feelings become available to me.

Deja que te pregunte esto: ¿crees en el corazón humano? No me refiero al órgano físico, claro está. Me refiero a su sentido poético. El corazón humano. ¿Crees que existe tal cosa? ¿Algo que hace que cada uno de nosotros seamos especiales e individuales?

No such thing as the world becoming an easy place to save your soul in.

You think I led him on? For what? Kicks? I don't have enough exictement in my life, so maybe I'll tease a nice guy, get his hopes up, then laugh and skip away?

His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. Sorry. Focus, Rafe. I am. Just on the wrong thing.

I'm sick of this. It's like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn't like me?

I'd say I needed to find myself, if that didn't sound like I was heading into the Himalayas, taking only a backpack stuffed with angst and clean underwear.

There is no freedom from the prison of the mind.

There is no escape from the prison of the mind.

My foggy brain slid away and— And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it's a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through my brain as I looked at a photo of a decapitated head on my bed.