Quotes About Introspection

although the truth is, I'm not quite sure how I feel.

But at the time, I honestly didn't think I was hurting anyone, not even myself. I didn't think much at all, in fact. Yes, I was gorgeous and lucky in love, but I truly believed that I was also a decent person who deserved her good fortune.

Being around people didn't make me uneasy, I just preferred to be alone most of the time.

a bit of a dirty fighter, quick with cutting words that he later regrets and doesn't really mean. Then again, I wonder if there isn't always a grain of truth in them, somewhere

Did you always know you wanted to practice law? She considers this - considers the truth - that she had no real passion for the law, but simply wanted to achieve for the sake of achievement...But of course, she did not divulge any of this, and instead says, No, not really.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.

I thought humans were or weren't, I didn't know someone could be a bit human. Then what are his other bits?

I'm beginning to know enough to know that I know nothing.

Not beautiful, not brilliant, no longer young.

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.

Really, thought Lib, who ever died exultingly? Whatever fool penned that phrase had never sat by a bed with his ears pricked for the last rasp.) Aged

Please, he added. I meant to say, please. I've thought it all through. I've thought of nothing else. I haven't read a book in weeks!

You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny

I tell you frankly, Mrs. Damer, the more I see of different nations, the less sure I feel about the pre-eminence of my own.

At the balls he took me to there were many beautiful young women who didn't say a word. They answered every question with a shrug or a smile. If champagne got spilt down their dresses they only sighed; when the full moon slid out from behind the castle they watched it in silence. I could not understand it. Had they sold their voices too? Even their bodies were silent, always upright, never loosening their lines. They walked like letters on a page.

Then she lifted the breastbone and frontal ribs in one go, the raising of a portcullis. That made me tremble. How frail my own rib cage; how breakable we all were.

Nowadays 'invisibility' was supposed to be the big problem, but the way I saw it was, all that mattered was to be visible to yourself.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.

at least my face moves when you look at it. At least I know I'm a fool.

I thought of him, with his feet in the Chateau Marmont pool and his fork in a carrot cake. He was just a little kid. I was upset at what I had introduced him to, the records and films he didn't already know. I felt like a mother who had left syringes around the room and let her baby get hooked on hard drugs.