Quotes About Introspection

It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?

And then I go up to my room, climb onto a chair, and contemplate the mechanics of hanging.

So what scares you most? With us?" I give this a little thought. "That you'll be really into me one day and the next day you won't be, and I won't see it coming. Because apparently feelings can change overnight. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm too much. Or maybe I'm not enough.

You're actually not a bad guy, Jack Masselin. But I'm not sure you know it yet.

No one can bring me to tears faster than myself.

Better to keep the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words separate, where you can watch them and make sure they don't surprise you when you're not expecting them

We tread water, looking at each other, and suddenly there's not enough water in the world to clean away my dirt thoughts.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

You have never sought to make light of your failings, I do not think you need fear our too harsh condemnation. You have been commonly your own sternest judge." So he had, but that, well handled, can be one way of evading and forestalling the judgements of others.

There's a lot of merit in silence.

Don't interrupt a man when he's giving himself hell.

The personality and the ego scream, while the soul whispers.

He did look at his photos and decided he didn't like any of them: all that black and white, all that same old stuff, characters trying to be characters. He said, Are you trying to be a character?

Sometimes the fear was stronger than the anger. The plain was silent and in its darkness there was nothing to hold to.

If a man must make excuses for himself, continually argue with himself that he is a man, then he is better off dead.

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

For all our penny-wisdom, for all out soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

What do you do from morning to night? I endure myself.

As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It's all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.