Quotes About Introspection

Sometimes it's the toughest moments that you learn the most about yourself, and the more you know yourself, the less you are willing to give away.

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

You think I didn't fight the same fight? I halfway convinced myself that as long as Avery was just a riddle or a puzzle, as long as I was just playing, I'd be fine. Well, joke's on me, because somewhere along the way, I stopped playing.

Maybe, to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.

Hit me with all those thinky thoughts,

I told you kid... You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina--- or the knife.

This however, wasn't an ideal world, and no matter how hard I tried to think of an answer, I had nothing.

And then she was gone, disappearing into the nearby stacks like a rabbit taking to its hole, and he was left with a computer he didn't know how to use, words he could barely read, and the knowledge that he wasn't just a killer. Most of the time, he was a pretty poor excuse for a person, too.

I was comfortable with silence, comfortable with letting questions go unanswered. Sometimes it was my best tool for making a person say more.

We noemen het "het introvertenbal". - Libby

I was the glass ballerina or the knife.

I wanted to shut myself in my room, collapse on my bed, and figure out what the Hello Kitty had happened that afternoon.

So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you're going to be thinking about is me.

I use knowing things about people as an excuse to keep them from knowing me.

Sometimes," he said, "when I'm in a social pickle, I like to ask myself, WWJAD?" I raised an eyebrow, and he explained. "What Would Jane Austen Do?

Some people like having their friends aroun when things get tough,and some people need to be alone. When she/he ready to talk, she/he will talk.

Identify the assumptions implicit in your own logic," Grayson said, clearly citing a dictate he'd been taught. "Then negate them.

There is something fundamentally wrong with you

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.

Distractions aren't just distractions. Sometimes, you need them to break the loop.

And then," Grayson said, "the old man was gone. And then... there was you." "Grayson." His name caught in my throat. Grayson just looked at me, his light eyes shadowed. "Sometimes, you have an idea of a person--about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all it is: an idea"... "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

I was in bed, thinking about everything Max had said, wondering if I was fundamentally selfish or needy person, when I heard a sound like scratching in the wall.

I stared at him--through the night, through the space between us. He looked away first. I was used to people walking away. I was good at not expecting anything from anyone.

I guess you never know what other people are thinking, do you?