Quotes About Introspection

How can we understand life? It's impossible.

You think you know somebody, but what do you know? Only what they want to show you. Remember, it's what's inside that matters.

People expected certain things of me: assistance, silence, comfort. They had no idea who I was.

Writers don't choose their craft; they need to write in order to face the world.

Should I judge myself?" she ventured to ask. "Or should I leave that to the Almighty, who forgives us all for being what He made us?

When men were interested, they had a faraway look, as if they were trying to figure out their attraction. Was it a dream, or was it real? Did they want a woman, body and soul, or was it only the body that appealed to them? Sometimes it took them a while to figure it out, sometimes only minutes.

He wasn't the first man she'd been with, and that hadn't been Bill back home either. It had been a boy she met on holiday when she was fifteen. She had decided it was time for her to have sex, the way someone else might decide it was time to get a driver's license, and she'd gone ahead with it. Pragmatic, that's the way she'd always been.

She had the ability to know what people were thinking, and therefore understood that boys who were rude were usually fearful and that quiet girls often had a lot to say.

Of course, she always thinks then. Math plus desire equals who you are. For the first time she has begun to appreciate her own gray eyes.

He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

I was walking through a dream rather than living my life. I had become someone else, but who was that someone?

Where did he take you?" she asked. She had wanted to ask this question for four years. It had taken that long for the words to come out. Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was alright.

It was then that Nathaniel truly began to appreciate the years he had spent alone in his room, the distance from other people that had given him the ability to observe and to feel what another might had also made him a writer.

Some secrets were much harder to keep than others, especially ones you kept from yourself.

A person got to really see things if she wasn't racing through life

She once told me that anyone who gets married had better like herself, because there's nobody else in this world that she'll ever really know, not truly.

She had even considered that poetry might be her calling. She had something inside her no one understood, that much was certain, and that sort of isolation often led to a poet's life.

Maybe if she watches him closely enough she'll understand what makes one person kind and another, herself for instance, mistrustful and hopeless.

Sometimes walking away is the bravest thing you can do. When you get there, you'll know where you are.

To find someone, it was necessary to follow in the way that the angels who follow men's lives on earth are said to do, charting each trespass without judgment, for judgment is never ours to give.

Pense uma vez antes de amar, duas antes de trair, três antes de partir um coração.

Stop acting like you know me," Isabel said. "Well, you for sure do not know me. I'm not the person I used to be," Johnny said. "We're always the people we used to be," Isabel said.

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.