Quotes About Introspective

I'm so gullible. I'm so damn gullible. And I am so sick of me being gullible.

One, I never get sick of talking about myself.

People keep pushing me to be the center of attention... I would prefer to be on the sidelines, because that's where you see more.

I'm crazy, but I'm serious. I'm sentimental, but I'm, like, really hard, too. I just want people to understand that I have all these sides inside me.

I can't bear to see myself even in movies. The feeling is complex. I can't stand the sight of myself.

I am rather inclined to silence.

I move in silence. I don't like puttin' too much of me out there to be dissected, analyzed.

I gravitate towards silent characters who don't talk much.

People who know me would not say that, at my core, I'm silly.

I don't know about a lot of things. I read a lot, but a lot of it just passes through me. I don't retain much. I am kind of dumb that way. Or maybe 'I am a simple man,' is a better way to say it.

The Flower of My Secret is definitely more based in true emotions. I also wanted to make something more realistic, but not naturalistic or simple.

My running was very simple; it was out of myself.

She was the type who went to bars intent on conversation, while he was the type who went in hopes of being left alone.

I am not a people person.

Well, at least I can spare myself the ordeal of a whole battery of personality tests. My personality is poor; that much is clear.

Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him.

I am not myself with people [...] but am I myself when alone? That seems unlikely, too.

an expression of human consciousness, consciousness seeking to know itself.

Overblown responsibility was a part of my preoccupation with myself.

Then there are those elite performers who use emotion, observing their moment and then channeling everything into a deeper focus that generates a uniquely flavored creativity. This is an interesting, resilient approach based on flexibility and subtle introspective awareness. Instead of being bullied by or denying their unconscious, these players let their internal movements flavor their fires.

In Krons Kopf hatten sich die verschiedenen Versionen seiner selbst über die Jahre zu einer leidlich friedlichen Gruppe versammelt. Der sechzehnjährige Kron lebte genauso weiter wie der fünfunddreißig-; sechzig- und siebzigjährige. Sie saßen beisammen, schwiegen oder unterhielten sich. [...] Kron war nicht älter, sondern zahlreicher geworden.

he poured himself a glass of whiskey. And another. And another. Not enough to get stinking drunk, just enough to make him overly contemplative.

I think I'm a lot more complicated than my looks might indicate.

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.