Quotes About Introspection

Before deciding on a decision, determine how well you are willing to live with it.

No one can penetrate silence; they can only interpret what is said. However, silence will create an abundance of speculative suppositions.

It feels like cheating to look at a person when they're sleeping, Like you can see their innocent self.

Talk about their life instead of your idea Ask about specifics in the past instead of generics or opinions about the future Talk less and listen more

I could die. That was obviously an option all along—and I knew it—but in that moment, in that gloomy room, for some unknown reason … it finally sunk in. Like, really sunk in. And it sunk in hard. I felt the floor tip under me. I don't mean that in a fancy-pants, writing way. I mean it felt like the floor actually tipped under my feet—severely—and then dropped away.

It's not just our high-mindedness or altruism that keeps us off "the scent," nor is it that our public is not interested in "higher" things (they are). Some basic unwillingness to see things as they are and then attempt to take corrective action is missing in our present make-up. We are neither good diagnosticians nor good leaders. Rather, caterers and men of fashion. More interested in curtain walls than how to accommodate the car.

Ask others the same questions you ask of yourself: "Am I a good leader? Am I trustworthy? Am I inspiring?

It's not that I feel alone because I have no friends because I have lots of friends. I know that I have people who can hold me and reassure me and talk to ne and care for me and think of me but they can't be inside my head with me all the time - for all time.

It was bewildering and humbling to keep discovering how many brave things people can fail to talk themselves out of doing.

In my headphones, I led a life of romance and incident and intrigue, none of which had anything to do with the world outside my Walkman.

You have blundered into an adult existence you don't understand, and you can't tell whether you planned it this way or whether you screwed up big-time, though it's too late either way.

Just more of that endless, useless knowledge you absorb when you're in a relationship, with no meaning or relevance outside of that relationship. When the relationship's gone, you're stuck knowing all this garbage.

I was a wallflower who planned to stay that way, who never imagined anybody else to be.

I'm much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That's just the kind of person I am. I'm the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox.

But how do you start getting out of your room? I was reading a poem by my idol, Wallace Stevens, in which he said, "The self is a cloister of remembered sounds." My first response was, Yesss! How did he know that? It's like he's reading my mind.

There was an empty house on the other side of this drive, and I had no idea what it would be like to try to go inside it. There was nobody there. I wasn't driving back home—just back.

Sometimes I could feel the glaciers shifting inside me, and I hoped they were melting, but they were just making themselves comfortable.

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.

Salinger, Plath, Toole, the literature of choice for the brooding outcast.

Niko was a man of few words and flying, sugary snacks. I like that in a human. ~Catcher

I offer you a fable for our times... A magic box sits in your pocket with all the knowledge and music and entertainment of the world contained within it. If you opened this box and looked down into it... ...How could you ever possibly look up again? - Larry Ferrell (Unfollow)

Van Morrison's Astral Weeks

But it's hard to be judgmental about anybody when you're no angel yourself, so you live and let live without recognizing danger up ahead.

Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a sunken dream