Quotes About Introspection

At school, at home, in bars, I was an emotional contortionist, alternating between awkward self-aggrandizing and trying to win favor so as to fit in. When I wrote, I let myself be dead honest, flaws and all. But I was myself, I felt real. I went inside myself when a pen was in my hand and enjoyed that space in there.

Feelings are the shadows of thoughts. When we have negative thoughts, our emotions mirror them with anxiety. You can often see what you are thinking by reverse engineering and studying your feelings.

You must look to me and know who I am and if the life I offer is the life you choose. In choosing you must pledge yourself to pursue only life, never bitterness or cruelty.

As he thinks in his heart, so he is.

First mend yourself, and then mend others.

Sometimes, silence is loud.

Isolation offered its own form of companionship

Meditation is not a means to an end. It is both the means and the end.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.

For all those years of my life, I really had been a figment of my own imagination.

It needs time, perspective, to show you that someone might be original.

My ex-wife did once accuse me of treating my own needs as if they were instructions and everyone else's needs as impediments.

People love to believe they're so much better than they are. People who have never been tested, they're so quick to judge. What do they really know about themselves? All I'm saying is this: unless you've been there, found yourself with nothing, nothing but your own talent, you can't tell me you wouldn't do it the same way, too.

Maybe I should have known better, but I was a girl, and longing for someone to want me, so back then, the force of his personality, how much he wanted me, was new to me, was the trick and the power; it was dazzling.

On the surface she might put on a good show, making fun of herself and her manless state, but inwardly it was hard sometimes not to wonder: Why me?

A dream tells you where you are, not what to do; or, by placing you where you are, it tells you what you are doing.

allowed themselves to reinhabit themselves

Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks.

A shattered narrative is still a narrative. We can't escape it, it is what we are.

What would she have thought as a teenage girl arranging her artfully wasted limbs against the dais of a highly conceptual sculpture?

Do you really think I'm bad?" "Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.

You can't shroud yourself in self-pity to avoid accountability. I will

I want you to take a moment here and write down all the problems that are plaguing you at this moment, from big to small. Now ask yourself what you contributed in creating your current situation. Did the professor fail you because you never went to class? Did your boss yell at you because you were on YouTube instead of working?

The night before I'd discovered am lost in almost. Did everyone already know?