Quotes About Introspection

Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.

I had an idea of what I thought was funny. It's kind of based on how I am.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

In the past, Cameron, worrying about Ian, would go make sure that he wasn't sitting alone in a huddle, or staring for hours at a Ming bowl, or pouring over some endless mathematical exercise. These days, Cameron knew that Ian used the excuse of not liking crowds to spend more time alone with his wife – in bed.

Oh, Danny, it's so confusing." "Not really. You're falling in love with him. Or are already in love with him." "But am I? Or just... overwhelmed?" "Love is overwhelming.[...]

A broken man learned to savor what he could when he had the opportunity.

I started making a pro-and-con list in my mind. Killing myself pros: no risk of getting married and divorced again; no more New Year's Eve; no more craving phantom sex; no more underwires poking through expensive bras; no more waking up early…

One of the things I've started doing lately is tracking my dreams. I feel like there's a lot of information there and you can really bring those emotions to the situations that may feel mundane or familiar. That gives them new life and gives you a new relationship with it - if that makes any sort of sense.

i've found that letting something stay broken for a little while helps me understand it.

One thing I know for certain is that the longer I live and the more I learn, the more I realize that I know very little.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

Reading became my sanctuary," Belle continued. "I found so much in those books. I found histories that inspired me. Poems that delighted me. Novels that challenged me…" Belle paused, suddenly self-conscious. She looked down at her hands, and in a wistful voice, said, "What I really found, though, was myself.

Listen to your own thoughts and feelings very carefully, be aware of your observations, and learn to value them. When you're a teenager—and even when you're older—lots of people will try to tell you what to think and feel. Try to stand still inside all of that and hear your own voice. It's yours and only yours, it's unique and worth of your attention, and if you cultivate it properly, it might just make you a writer.

Mirrors only show us what we are. Books show us what we can be.

It's all about the pain, isn't it?

Maybe his quietness masked a great and boiling soul.

Because I don't care anymore, Ms. Beezemeyer, I want to say. Not about Amade Malherbeau, my classes, college or much of anything. Because the gray world I've managed to live in for the past two years has started to turn black around the edges.

But here, surrounded by friends who wanted her, she recognized for the first time that there was only one voice that truly mattered. Only one she had to listen to. Her own.

Mirror, mirror on the wall... who will bring about my fall?

We must not run from our unhappiness. We must listen to it. It has much to tell us.

I stood there in a trance, the bucket at my feet, listening as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

She questioned everything and was obedient to only one thing—her heart.