Quotes About Introspection

I slip into bed and lie there beside Your body like a buoy that the ocean resents. If I could just grab hold and find a way to paddle, If you could stop dragging your feet along the gravel. As a child I remember knowing how to float When sober was the wind and my body, the boat. Now each step is anchored and you continue to drift In the room where we pretend that we are alive, Where you and I commit the sin, and you and I forgive.

Mostly, I enjoy my failings. Until I don't.

It is what we do in order to care for things, make them ourselves, our elders, our beloveds, our unborn. But perhaps that is a lazy kind of love. Why can't I just love the flower for being a flower? How many flowers have I yanked to puppet as if it was easy for the world to make flowers?

What is it about noticing beauty that brings you out of yourself and returns you to yourself?

It wasn't until later, when I moved in with him and stood outside on our patchy imperfect lawn, that I remembered what had been circling in me: I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying.

I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers. I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

I'm thirty-five and remember all that I've done wrong.

Not so much living, but a hovering without sense.

What do you dare to gleam out and reflect?

Having something to say is overrated.

The problem with loneliness is that, unlike other forms of human suffering, it teaches us nothing, leads us nowhere, and generally devalues us in our own eyes and the eyes of others.

I reflect that all art, all beauty, is reflection.

I scuttled without a shell, between houses and wives, a snake between skins, a monster of selfishness, my grotesque needs naked and pink.

Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.

If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame.

The special virtue of freedom is not that it makes you richer and more powerful but that it gives you more time to understand what it means to be alive.

Rather than looking outward in an attempt to predict the outcome, you turn inward to your identity. You base the decision on who you are--or who you want to be.

We often favor feeling right, over being right.

It takes confident humility to admit that we're a work in progress. It shows that we care more about improving ourselves than proving ourselves.

You either humble yourself, or God will do it for you.

What I want to say is that we still don't know each other, that we're still discovering each other, and of course because it's no longer the beginning it isn't always, or even mostly, a romantic proposition--the not knowing, the wanting to know--but there is the wanting. Certainly there are times when I think maybe it's one-sided, that he knows just about all of me that he cares to, and that I'm the one who's still deciphering, which can be its own source of resentment.

the only way to shake your ghosts was to find them . . .

Ga thought of how difficult it was to come to see the lies you told yourself, the ones that allowed you to function and move forward.

that feeling of being alone and together at the same time.