Quotes About Introspection

Could I have done more? Possibly. Yes. We can always do more. It's a tough question to answer, and, ultimately, a pointless one to ask. You might be feeling some of the same emotions and having some of these same thoughts.

I like to think I'm above that kind of shitty behavior, so you can imagine how disillusioning it's been for me.

I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

books spread across the comforter. Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own—my words are gone.

I shout, "I would like to welcome you to my death!" You might expect me to say "life," having just woken up and all, but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

The cadence of suffering has begun." -Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

I love the world that is my room. It's nicer in here than out there, because in here I'm whatever I want to be.

I'm trying out Theodore Finch, '80s kid, and seeing how he fits.

Ever since then, I've done what I could to be pleasant and quiet, making myself as small and unseen as possible.

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.

I did what I felt I could do. Could I have done more? Possibly. Yes. We can always do more. It's a tough question to answer, and, ultimately, a pointless one to ask.

If you go into a relationship expecting someone else to fill you up, you're doomed right off.

It is very lonely being Jewish, I think. And confusing.

You don't see things as they are. You see things as you are. -- Talmud

Don't point out your flaws, because the world is not as sympathetic and nurturing as you think.

But now she regarded her sister with curious distance. She'd been so actively excluded from everything important to her she felt suddenly, intensely alone.

You should be concerned about the state of your soul, not the state of your bank account.

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.

The more uncertain I have felt about myself,' Jung said, 'the more there has grown up in me a feeling of kinship with all things.

In order to be a better writer and better reader, I need to believe in my own death and in the death of others.

Polly soaked for a long time, reading her book, until she was warm again from the inside out, then put on her oldest, softest cotton pajamas and woollen socks, and propped herself up at the window to look out at the storm.

She stared into the distance and tried to think, honestly and properly, about her life: up here where it was clearer, and she could breathe, and she wasn't surrounded by a million people in a great hurry dashing or grabbing or shouting or achieving things in their lives that they plastered all over Facebook and Instagram, making you feel inadequate.

Those were the 4:00 a.m. thoughts, when she felt so worthless and inadequate that it was almost funny. Not funny, but almost.

Mark very much believed in exposing cracks to the air. He thought that was the only way anything started to heal.