#introspective

My daughter, people are only used to seeing the glorified in a story, because a story is only a tiny, tiny piece of a person’s life. Legends, sacred writings, they’re all like that. But I assure you, dear child, every one of those people up there on that wall felt like, thought like, and suffered like you! ↗

— Darryl Steven Markowitz

#intrigue #introspective #inspirational

To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state. If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors. ↗

— Al Oerter

#best way #capacity #doors #exercise #i

I don't want to lead. Never have. Some people might consider such a trait as a weakness, but I don't. Knowing your own strengths and weaknesses takes a lot of soul searching and honesty--something not everyone will take the time to explore. Doing so might reveal things they'd rather leave undiscovered. ↗

— C.J. Ellisson

#leadership #wisdom #leadership

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me-isn't it, isn't it?-and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#dialogue #introspective #sad #death

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#imagination

Live your epitaph ↗

— Zoe Weil

#education #epitaph #humane #introspective #live

Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#became #becoming #first #found #i

The most introspective of hearts tends to be the most sentimental. We cling to the smallest moments from our past because we fear that emotion will never come our way again. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#sentimental #introspection

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#introspection

The people they had been last summer, the person she had been--Dicey guessed she'd never be afraid again, not the way she had been all summer. She had taken care of them all, sometimes well, sometimes badly. And they had covered the distances. For most of the summer, they had been unattached. Nobody knew who they were or what they were doing. It didn't matter what they did, as long as they all stayed together. Dicey remembered that feeling, of having things pretty much her own way. And she remembered the feelings of danger. It was a little bit like being a wild animal, she thought to herself. Dicey missed that wildness. She knew she would never have it again. And she missed the sense of Dicey Tillerman against the whole world and doing all right. ↗

— Cynthia Voigt

#growing-up #introspective #poignant #change