Quotes About Introspection

Was it this image of the woman she once was that made her fingers tremble? Or did she feel for this man in her bed who'd quietly started weeping for reasons she didn't understand?

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. To really do it, you needed someone's help.

If you keep your eyes closed, your mind will show you all kinds of crazy movies...But with your eyes open, all you had to face was the nothingness of what you were really doing.

This was the face that Ga had shown the world, that of a boy who had swallowed the things that had happened to him, but who wouldn't understand what they meant for a long, long time.

The wound of not knowing," Ga said to her. "That's the one that never heals".

Like putting a name to my problems would solve anything

Ashamed is just grateful waiting to happen. You only taste your dignity right before you puke it up.

You only taste your own dignity right before you puke it up.

Let us be as the Cage has never been able to make us. Let us now all at once face forward in our boxes, still and silent as nightmares. We did.

A lot of my emotional issues come from dealing with the opposite sex. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll be retired before I can finally enter into a healthy relationship.

P?acz; lecz niestety, bole?? przypomnienia Nas samych trawi, a nic wko?o nas nie zmienia!

Pójd? sam; kto w dzie? b??dzi i ?ywych nie s?yszy, Widzi w nocy, zna j?zyk grobowej zaciszy.

Miej serce i patrzaj w serce!

Our excesses are the best clue we have to our own poverty, and our best way of concealing it from ourselves.

We don't have relationships to get our needs met, we have relationships to discover what our needs might be.

In shame there is a loss of interest in the external world, and a loss of interest in what is or may be good about the self. Shame is the ethnic cleansing of the self.

People are histrionic to get people thinking about them. We are excessive when something about ourselves needs to be recognized and we need other people to help us work out what it is.

In Freud's story our possibilities for satisfaction depend upon our capacity for frustration; if we can't let ourselves feel our frustration – and, surprisingly, this is a surprisingly difficult thing to do – we can't get a sense of what it is we might be wanting, and missing, of what might really give us pleasure.

loneliness is the inevitable cost of looking after ourselves.

I'm suddenly struck by the notion of how one becomes remote in one's own life.

Listen to the sound inside.

Sylvia Plath, John Berryman, Virginia Woolf, David Foster Wallace, Seneca, Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Hemingway, William Inge, Anne Sexton, Hart Crane, Yukio Mishima, and John Kennedy Toole.

Mind you, Darwin fretted about a lot of stuff, especially his health, his kids, and maybe with just cause. On occasion he would write a fit of histrionic despair, such as "I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everybody & everything

All it took was the officer's own silence and weight.