Quotes about Introspection

Who can fathom the secrets of the human soul?" I said. "None of us is exempt from sin.

Maybe nothing happened, maybe these emotions I remember are not the right emotions.

I stand in the dark, start to unbutton. Then I hear something inside my body. I've broken, something has cracked, that must be it. Noise is coming up, coming out, of the broken place, in my face. Without warning: I wasn't thinking about here or there or anywhere. If I let the noise get out into the air it will be laughter, too loud, too much of it, someone is bound to hear.

Returning from the dead used to be something I did well I began asking why I began forgetting how

Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls.

she was beginning to emerge from the initial sex-induced coma created by him through

I have to be more careful about my memories, I have to be sure they're my own and not the memories of other people telling me what I felt, how I acted, what I said: if the events are wrong the feelings I remember about them will be wrong too, I'll start inventing them and there will be no way of correcting it, the ones who could help are gone.

I don't want to be left by myself in this room. The walls are too empty, there are no pictures on them nor curtains on the little high-up window, nothing to look at and so you look at the wall, and after you do that for a time, there are pictures on it after all, and red flowers growing.

In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.

Tell me what time you spend alone with God... and I'll tell you how spiritual you are.

They say, "God told me", or "God replied to me". And yet most of the time they are talking to themselves.

Sometimes I wonder will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize God left this place a long time ago.