Quotes About Introspection

There was a tiny hairline crack in the ceiling she used to stare at while daydreaming.

It's good in some ways, not to have a language. It makes you see things. You turn your attention, not to babbling about yourself, broadcasting each and every thought to everyone within earshot-as people do- but to observing.

May looked back at the girl again. It was her, May and it wasn't.

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that." Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her. "I didn't do it to look nice," she said. "But you do care." Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.

Maybe figuring it out is... I don't know, what it's all about. Constantly deciding. And you're true enough not to decide anything before you're ready, and you don't want to lock yourself up in a box. Maybe it's the sure people who are missing out.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

Jonathan was tired of arguing with himself. He was obviously conversing with an idiot.

It's an interesting combination: Having a great fear of being alone, and having a desperate need for solitude and the solitary experience. That's always been a tug of war for me.

I guess sometimes it takes a while for the heart to get the memo from the brain.

Sometimes, a girl just has to dive under the duvet and regroup.

It's a scene I've fantasized about for years. Yet, now that it's happening, a part of me sits in the audience, watching the actors say their lines, analyzing the blocking. I can't tell if this is a defense mechanism or my intuition warning me to beware.

An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison.

If you can't find anything to complain about you aren't looking hard enough.

What a place. Glokta stifled a smile. It reminds me of myself, in a way. We both were magnificent once, and we both have our best days far behind us.

But that's what growing up is, maybe. Realising what a fucking arse you've been.

Everyone should forgive themselves, Vick." He gave her wrist another squeeze then let her go, looking out towards the lake again. "After all… no one else will.

I just think that where that kiss was heading is someplace that's a lot easier for you than it is for me. My life is very structured. Very simple. Very sane.

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Silver liked people to a point; he liked to hear them tell of some important news or share a laugh, but then solitude was always calling him back. Too much contact with people took things away from him—his energy, his soul, his freedom.

Inside every seventy-year-old is a thirty-five-year-old asking, 'What happened?

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