Quotes About Introspection

But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

She could shut out the whole world, including herself.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Her brain was a storm, her usual insight gone.

Only by thinking I had freedom had I come to understand how imprisoned I was.

She likes a quiet life, has few close friends, and makes new ones slowly. ...'I want to work on my next book... and try to be here to garden a little in the fall, and read. I'm married to the man I want to be married to, live in a certain way that I like living. It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway.

She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone.

I was raised by a solitary woman to be a solitary child, and that was, I now saw, what I had hopelessly become.

She likes a quiet life, has few close friends, and makes new ones slowly. … I want to work on my next book... and try to be here to garden a little in the fall, and read. I'm married to the man I want to be married to, live in a certain way that I like living. It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway.

What is the purpose of memory? Is it a trick to make sure we don't forget who we are by reminding us of who we were?

The writer ended with a line from Eudora Welty: "All serious daring starts from within.

I guess I'm too selfish to travel well with other people, I told Anne later.

If you're silent for a long time, people just arrive in your mind.

A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world...

It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period

If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.

You seem so clear about who you are. So certain that you are just right as you are, that for all your intelligence and maybe in spite of it, you never seem to need a second opinion.

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it.

Well, I say, we all have to start somewhere if us want to do better, and our own self is what us have to hand.

I live a very secluded life, a very contemplative life and a very meditative one. That is my ideal life.

It is as if my self is hiding behind an iron door.

each of us has knowledge of how to live life differently that no one taught us, and that we can find this knowledge inside ourselves and put it to use.

I talk to myself a lot, standing in front the mirror. Celie, I say, happiness was just a trick in your case. Just cause you never had any before Shug, you thought it was time to have some, and that it was gon last. Even thought you had the trees with you. The whole earth. The stars. But look at you. When Shug left, happiness desert.

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don't know the Albert that don't dance, can't hardly laugh, never talk bout nothing, beat you and hid your sister Nettie's letters. Who he?