Quotes About Introspective

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.

I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings.

But Billy, how about me? What about what's inside of me?

I just sit here and look at my hands. It is one of my better evenings. Yesterday I was very depressed.

Don't listen to writers. They're messed up - that's why they're writers!

I realize I'm a mirror.

I hate to look at myself in a mirror, and I never go and see films.

Each individual has got to look themselves in the mirror and try and see what they can do better. Period. Point blank.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy who likes to look in the mirror and say, 'Oh, you're the best.'

First of all, I'm misunderstood in general. I don't mind because I'm very quiet, and I stay to myself. People are going to say what they want to say.

I think I'm pretty misunderstood, because I'm not just about football.

I am not a role model for anyone.

My thing is, I like playing guys who have a really interesting internal monologue.

I'm very sensitive; I'm not moody.

I don't really consider my music anything other than 'moody.' I don't know if that's a genre.

I want to be one of those serious, moody writers.

Mostly, I don't write overtly personal stuff.

So now I have outlived all the good or interesting characters in this book, and you are left with me. If you do not share my undying fascination with myself, I suggest that you leave out the next bit and carry on down to the top of the last roll.

James] Joyce... an essentially private man who wished his total indifference to public notice to be universally recognized....

If knowledge isn't self-knowledge it isn't doing much, mate. Is the universe expanding? Is it contracting? Is it standing on one leg and singing 'When Father Painted the Parlour'? Leave me out. I can expand my universe without you.

fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)

My nature is a quiet one, anyway. As a child I was considered respectful; as a young woman I was called discreet. Later on I was thought to have the wisdom maturity brings.

But I was sixteen. I lived inside of myself way more than I lived inside of this town.

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was known by my actions and words, that my internal universe was unavailable for inspection by others. They didn't know. They didn't know, because I never told them.