Quotes About Introspection

The woman is so full of silences, they spill over.

He consoled himself with the reflection that it was seldom he found himself in company who made him feel this stupid. It was probably good for his soul.

Ista flushed. "I am afraid I have no talent for"—she swallowed—"dalliance. When I was young I was too stupid. Now I'm old, I am too drab." Too stupid then too mad then too drab then too late. "I'm just not the sort.

How could I have died and gone to hell without noticing the transition?

Cordelia shook her head helplessly. "You would. A vote. Right." She buried her face in her hands a moment, and sobbed a laugh. "Why?" she asked through her fingers.

inventory of night thoughts.

Inside his own head, a continuous counterpoint ran in little popping bubbles, Look! I'm engaged! Isn't she pretty? She asked me. She's smart, too. She's going to marry me. Mine, mine, all mine. I'm engaged! To be married! To this woman! an effervescence that emerged, he trusted, only as a cool, suave smile.

antechamber with the same unsmiling abstraction.

She was alone, uninhabited, she was herself again, after five months of that strange doubled existence.

Her smile grew bitter as desert brine. "The gods may forgive Ista all day long. But if Ista does not forgive Ista, the gods may go hang themselves.

How will I know if I really even like Drew Ellis? I'm so eager for intimacy, I would date a tree.

how it's possible to be both lonely and terrified of social encounters at the same time.

Oh look! I'm one of those!

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

and as the sea wind blew on that high and lonely place, there began to slip away from the voter's mind the meaningless phrases that had crowded it long - thumping majority - victory in the fight - terminological inexactitudes - and the smell of paraffin lamps dangling in classrooms, and quotations taken from ancient speeches because the words were long.

That's what I mean," said Ilka. "We are, all of us, ridiculous. All we can hear is somebody saying we are less than perfect. And it's not as if we hadn't already got that figured out for ourselves." "I never mind being told when I'm wrong." Ilka said, "Will you forgive me if I don't believe you?

One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.

I am what I am and cannot be otherwise because of the shadows.

For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the whisper of the wind in the night reeds.

Every man contains within himself a ghost continent.

Perhaps eccentricity is an area I haven't explored sufficiently.

Can I tell that from her ear Axel? No, I can't. Why don't you go sit down somewhere and stop pacing behind me.

CHARLIE Have you ever wondered—I am being devil's advocate now—if just possibly he hadn't "capitalized," so to speak, on the backwardness he found here? MARTA (Tightly) Mr. Morris, I am not a very complicated person. I believe that people are what they do. You may think it simple-minded of me if you like—but if you don't understand the depth of his sacrifice merely by being here—

TSHEMBE You thought! You thought because I am a black man I have answers that are deep and pure. I do not!!