Quotes About Introspection

How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.

Sharon had seen a penis, but it was her brother's so it didn't count. Carol was the only girl in our group who had touched a real one....Carol said the penis felt like eyelid skin. Could that be right? For weeks after she told us, I would brush a finger over the skin above my eye and I would marvel that something that was made of boy could be so silky and fine, like tissue paper.

that, we are not the type of people who chase down others who spurn us.

Sometimes the biggest lies we tell are to ourselves.

But I kept it to myself--maybe because I didn't think it mattered, but probably because, in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.

Why don't I know You?" "Does anyone ever really know someone else?" "You think your cute," she told him. "You think your gorgeous. But I'm the one guy here who knows better." "So I'm not gorgeous?" Macey challenged. "Of course you are," He started away, turned back at the last minute. "But I'm the guy who figured out that's not all you are.

Eventually, we all end up alone.

There are some secrets we keep because we can't bear to let them out and some because it's better to keep them in.

If you ever wonder whether or not someone is too good for you, I'd advise going through their trash. Really. No one looks superior after that.

I wonder what kinds of songs Preston's father sang to him." Zach raised his eyebrows. "I wonder if he's in a cell humming them to himself right now." I should have said something-done something. He was in a dark place, there in the moonlight. But before I could say a word, Zach took a deep breath and looked up at the fortress. "I wonder if I should join him.

For the first time he's not looking at me like I'm dangerous. He's looking at me like I'm broken. It's a look I know too well.

I don't understand boys.

I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief

I've been wrong, and I've been crazy. But this is the first time I've ever truly felt like a fool.

A mind is totally big enough to get lost inside - to go crazy if you're left with too much time and too much room to let your biggest fears run free.

I didn't run away," I said, louder than I intended. "I left… I knew that I wasn't in danger." I looked down at my hands. "I was the danger

I am my own worst enemy. But if there were to be a second place, it would go to this girl.

But as I looked at everything I was supposed to carry and thought about all the things I was supposed to know, I had to wonder: Do all girls go through this? Is every girl on a date really in deep cover?

in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.

But what's going to haunt me more in the future- memories or regrets? I honestly do not know.

In fact, I don't read as many YA novels as I used to because YA is just so good and, inevitably, I always end up in the fetal position on the floor, rocking back and forth, mumbling about how my book will never be as good as the book I just finished.

I've spent my whole life tailing after people who think they're more interesting than me

sabía que no era exactamente así, aquello no era verdad, pero la verdad también desaparecía, y yo seguía pensando lo mismo, y era agradable, me sentía alguien, segura, en momentos como ése, era curioso...

Pero el éxito era una receta poco compatible con el autoengaño.