Quotes About Introspection

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.

A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.

I did know Ted Hughes and I partly wrote the book to explain to myself and others the complexities of a marriage that was for six years wonderfully productive of poetry and then ended in tragedy.

I'm not really quiet or shy. Ask any of my friends! But I always ground my poetry in life itself. Poetry is an art of language, though, so I am always aware of every word's meaning, or multiple meanings.

She wasn't sure she WANTED to live happily ever after.

You MUST know You to do YOU!

But it was easier, somehow, to reflect on them all from a distance than to be struggling for room in their midst.

There is a way the truth hits you, both hard and gentle at the same time. It punches you in the stomach as it puts its loving arm around your shoulder. Yes, I am terrible to behold, the truth says. But you suspected it all along, didn't you? And isn't better, now that you know? Now, at least, it all makes sense.

Oscar did not know what he was supposed to be feeling right now, what all the adults behind him would be expecting him to feel. He did not even know what he was, in fact, feeling. Except, whatever it was, it was a lot. Too much. More than bodies could hold.

Hazel shrugged. She heard Bobby's voice in her head and wondered why it was she who was not allowed to hurt anyone.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

How she hated the weakness of her human heart.

I'm not really made for people." Callie exhaled. "You're not made at all, Oscar. Don't you see? After everything that's happened this week? You get to do the making.

You need to claim the events of your life to make yourself yours.

modern man suffered from too much vanity and a lack of self-reflection and had forgotten how to deal with frustrations and setbacks in a healthy way.

Je m'inquiète : comment savoir si on a attrapé un désespoir, puisqu'on ne peut même pas le voir ?

J?s einat per savo dykum?. Aš einu per savo. Ken?iam kas sau, kovojam su savo demonais, o vienatv? kaip tik mus suartina.

Is that what they think, then? That loners have no friends?

We who hate ourselves believe we are always wrong. We believe that our every thought, word, want, and deed is incorrect, insulting, barbarous. We so believe this that we beg forgiveness not just after every thought, word, want, and deed but during and before. We do this because we want everyone to know we know how wrong we are, how bumbling and ignorant and rude. We do this because we want them to know we know they know.

Sometimes I don't feel as if I'm a person at all. I'm just a collection of other people's ideas," David Bowie told an interviewer in 1972, the same year he scored pop superstardom with his iconic Ziggy Stardust persona. Twenty years later, Bowie confessed that while filling auditoriums with impassioned fans back then, "I had enormous self-image problems and very low self-esteem

1. What makes you hate yourself? 2. Where do those things occur least? 3. What makes you feel inspired, serene, amused, excited (in a good way), unself-conscious, passionate, compassionate, and more or less at home? 4. Where are those things?

the Self-Loathing League.