Quotes About Introspection

I want this noise within me to die down.

I am the only language I can understand.

I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind. I confess that I've forgotten what for.

I'm the one who has no small feelings

We could never sit at this kitchen table without our terrible and beautiful past and our poems that tell us who we are.

I did not do those things; I only watched, watched myself act, react.

This is my heart, or is it yours, I move within.

But I've always been a poet, that's all, no sex or race, no age or face. Can Eternity strip me of it? That's only another word. I'm inside myself, and inside it.

Now I feel I was inserted into life exactly not to do that. For I have been robbed of everything that made me social

I hear the noise of your thinking; but I don't listen. Your thoughts wouldn't bear remembering.

Didn't want anyone to find me, not yet.

Your thoughts have given up, finally.

It's now strange to live in this body. I don't feel at one with it at all.

we will never see our own bodies, existing for the eyes of others.

I'll never know how to live, will you? That was blood in my eyes, not flames.

I couldn't stop thinking, my thoughts kept attacking my head; I was my angry thoughts, but I also watched them.

But there's a pain in lack of reasons.

I wonder who I will know when I die, if anyone.

I don't remember how to speak for myself anymore

Oh but I need my lone self!

I wanted something different—Or is this it?

I'm not who I thought I'm not there or here

If I drop both swords and rip off the blindfold, I still can't leave, for I can't leave this world except internally.

I was always pushed towards this place. Or backwards.