Quotes About Introspection

Look for something real.' Syrinda had said. But how could she, when she didn't even know what that was?

Use your inner resources. Stop trying to distract yourself with tiny pictures and other people's lives. You're distracting yourself from things you ought to be owning up to.

It was almost the cruelest thing he did, not to leave me when I still had the chance of meeting someone else, when I still had a bit of juice left in me. Me and the woman who wrote that book—we both know we're better than that.

when he slipped out of his mother's womb, he was already filled with interior spaces that didn't belong to him, and he can't just look inside to inspect his own interior.

I laid myself fucking bare last night! I put it all out there, and you shut me down. Rightfully so. I get that I shouldn't have said any of that stuff to you. But now here I am trying to find a way to come out of this with just a little fragment of pride so I can look you in the eye when this is all over, and you won't even let me have that. You broke my heart last night, all right? Is that what you want to hear?

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

What now?" Conrad didn't let me off the hook that easy. He said, "What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me?

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

I went over and over everything that had ever happened between us. I couldn't keep doing it, going back and fourth, holding her close and then pushing her away. It wasn't right

Do you like Cam?" the girl asked me casually. I wondered how she knew him—I thought he'd been a nobody just like me. "I barely even know him," I told her, and her face relaxed. She was relieved. I recognized that look in her eyes—dreamy and hopeful. It must have been the way I looked when I used to talk about Conrad, used to try to think of ways to insert his name into conversation. It made me sad for her, for me.

There is something about walking into a room full of boys that makes you feel exposed, inadequate, like you come up short in every way that matters. It didn't used to be like this, and I don't know when it changed, but now it feels like it was always this way.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

Her mind can't go to the dark places mine does.

Ella no ve el punto en preguntarse. Esta es nuestra vida, no hay caso en preguntarse qué pasaría si… Nadie te puede dar las respuestas. Trato, de verdad, pero es difícil para mí aceptar esa forma de pensar. Siempre me estoy preguntando acerca de los ¿Y si…? sobre el camino no tomado.

Peter no era el que necesitaba superar a Genevieve. Era yo

I let out a long sigh. In

It took me a long time to figure it out. That I was the one who had put my dad on that pedestal. I did that, not him. And then I despised him for not being perfect. For being human.

Like, why do I speak? Why did God give me a mouth if I'm just going to say dumb stuff with it?

to a person like that? Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It's like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it's how you see them, that's how they really are. It's like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

I cannot believe that John Ambrose McClaren read that letter. I didn't remember it to be so...naked. With so much...yearning. God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?

broken up?" I

Tu préfères te faire des films plutôt que d'être avec quelqu'un pour de vrai

Even though Margot isn't a loud person, it feels quiet at home. Empty, somehow.