Quotes About Introspection

I needed to make choices for me, whoever I was. 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

His eyes met mine, and I looked into them and I felt... I don't know what I felt. A strange nameless something I couldn't even identify as a good something or a bad something, could only feel in my gut, jumping and twitching, until I turned away and looked out over the forest

Ochii lui se incrucisara cu ai mei, si am privit in ei, si am simtit ... nu stiu ce am simtit. Ceva staniu , greu de denumit , despre care nici nu-mi puteam da seama daca era ceva bun sau ceva rau, doar il simteam in maruntaie, tresaltand si rasucindu-se , pana cand mi-am intors capul si m-am uitat spre padure.

We are imprisoned by the truth we dare not see. We are imprisoned by the questions we dare not ask. "I'm asking!" I shouted. "I'm asking and asking and asking, and all I get are riddles and useless visions. What else do you want me to do?

I heard you guys broke up," she said. "We did." "Did you decide he wasn't good enough for you?" If I had, I wouldn't be looking for him, would I?

You've found out something else. Something about you, not me." "Does your new bag of tricks include mind reading?" He laughed. "Only when it comes to you, Maya.

I started rubbing my temples and she suggested I don't really get headaches. It just hurts me to think.

I was feeling skittish and unsettled and spooked by everything that was happening in my life. There was only one person who made me feel like my feet were firmly on the ground. And I'd let him walk away.

So, you wanted to get to know me…" he said. I laughed, and the fuzzy feeling evaporated. "Um, no, I don't think I ever said that. " "Close enough. Here's your chance. Ask me anything and I'll reply with relative honesty.

I do like you, Maya. You get that, right?" "Why?" His frown deepened. "Why what?" "Why do you like me?" He laughed. "Do you want a list? Smart, pretty, funny--" "That's not what I--" I shook my head. "Never mind.

Forget it. I shouldn't have--" I caught his hand. "Don't. You want to talk about this, right?" He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. "I'm not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.

Daca eram nebuna, mi-as fi dat seama? Exact asta insemna sa fii nebun, nu-i asa? Tu crezi ca esti in buna regula. Toti ceilalti au o alta parere. Poate ca eram nebuna.

Poetry is a way of coming to know the realness of things; fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships; nonfiction is a way of coming to know the world of the mind.

Todos habláis mucho. Alguien tiene que ser la persona que no hable. La persona que escuche. (...) Es como ser invisible, ¿sabes? No hablar.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

So tell me about this prison thing. What did you do? Should I be afraid of you?" "Probably not," Will says. "It doesn't do much good to be afraid of things.

Did he judge on appearance alone? would he judge me? Goth doesn't cut it when it comes to a word that describes me. I'm complex. Complicated. No one gets me, and I like it that way.

I feel like I'm heading full speed in the wrong direction.

He was in his mid-thirties, with a posture that suggested a hundred.

He drank, not because of the darkness in him but the darkness in others.

Weißt du denn nicht, dass du die Seele verlierst, wenn du die Wahrheit über dich selbst abstreitest?

She had always liked what Scarlett O'Hara said in Gone with the Wind: I'll think about it tomorrow. Not anymore.

Don't ask!" said Bevin. "If you ask questions, you'll get answers you don't want.

I'm only thirty-seven, he thought; is this when old age begins?