Quotes About Introspection

My earbuds were in, but I wasn't playing music. I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?

I was in a race to see if I would die from the outside in or the inside out.

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

I closed my eyes and let my enemy win.

How could filling in a bunch of blanks and writing a fluffy essay about the 'moment of significance' in my life let them know if I was good enough to go here?

It was the most eloquent silence I ever heard.

He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Pertrakis.I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world.

The girl reflected back from the window in front of me has poinsettias growing out of her belly and head. She's the shape of a breakfast-link sausage standing on broomstick legs, her arms made from twigs, her face blurred with an eraser. I know that this is me, but it's not me, not really. I don't know what I look like. I can't remember how to look.

So why does everyone make such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don't like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don't have anything to say.

I can never tell with moments of silence. They're so... silent. Empty.

I can't stop biting my lips. It looks like my mouth belongs to someone else, someone else, someone I don't even know.

Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; at best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

i lean into the mirror. eyes after eyes after eyes stare back at me. am i in there somewhere?

I lean into the mirror. Eyes after eyes after eyes stare back at me. Am I in there somewhere? A thousand eyes blink.

I try to read while eating alone, but the noise gets between my eyes and the page and I can't see through it.

He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Petrakis. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me.

He says a million things without saying a word I have never head a more eloquent silence -Melinda

David stares at Mr. Neck, looks at the flag for a minute, then picks up his books and walks out of the room. He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Petrakis. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

Melinda, Mr. Freeman says. Snow filters into the car and melts on the dashboard. You're a good kid. I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it. I close the door.

Mostly I watch the scary movies playing on the inside of my eyelids.