Quotes About Introspection

If you speak any lines, or do anything, mechanically, without fully realizing who you are, where you came from, why, what you want, where you are going, and what you will do when you get there, you will be acting without imagination. That time, whether it will be short or long, will be unreal, and you will be nothing more than a wound-up machine, an automation.

Instead of seeing bad in yourself, you perceive it in others. It's a defense mechanism. One that allows people to go on believing they're perfect.

I'm trying to figure out precisely which character flaw might be responsible for my latest life failure.

Look, it's not you. It's me , and my inability to dig dirty dudes.

This is the first time I've really looked at my reflection in months. To the Lykae [Bowen], she said, No wonder you love me. Could I be any cuter?

I'm on a man-fast. Why bother with them? the good ones are always taken. Or they're weirdly uminterested in a capricious wild child with continuous legal problems~ Carrow the Incarcerated

Now, hush. We do best when we doan talk.

She resolved not to beat herself up because she was attracted to a deadly, vampiric maniac that she yearned to kill.

You've turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick." To herself, she muttered, "Man, can I pick 'em.

In general, I tried not to take myself too seriously—I called myself "the manalyst," after all. My life's motto: Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.

Shall we disembowel the pachyderm in the room?" Lothaire intoned as he took a seat in the billiards den. "Or discuss it? Or whatever one does when an elephant appears indoors.

How do I . . . how does my blood compare to others?" "It's amazing.

He cleared his throat. When she jerked her gaze to his face, he raised his eyebrows. Caught ogling the prey! The indignity! What is wrong with me?

I knew everything before her. And it was all wrong.

I'm still a scarred and surly Irishman.

In all these interludes with Sevastyan, I hadn't been Natalie. I'd been Natalya . And that brainless hussy didn't seem to know better.

But the damage has been done. He'd grown so detached during his early abuse that he'd felt like two separate beings. And one was dead. Rune had stifled the fire within himself for so long, he'd extinguished it. And yet his head thundered in his ears as he watched his voyeur melt into the crowd.

I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It's a talent of mine. - Lothaire

You're the only one that you are screwin', when you put down what you don't understand.

What you are when you are alone with God, that you are— and nothing more.

Then we were quiet. Quiet isn't easy. Especially with virtual strangers. They say that nature hates a vacuum, and so it's kind of natural to want to fill up a human silence with words—any kind of lame words. But there was such a feeling of space around us that my first self-conscious word died long before I ever felt it on my tongue.

the eye is the window to the soul, and from the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, why can't we all be blind and dumb?

If she looked into a fractured mirror, she'd see what he saw.

Her growing certainty that she was withholding some essential part of herself had filled her with quiet desperation.