I'm in constant inner dialogue with my father still.
I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.
Everything we do, our entire interior monologue, is prayer.
Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.
I talk to myself all the time. Just make sure you answer.
The reading of a fine book is an uninterrupted dialogue in which the book speaks and our soul replies.
Everyone talks to their dog, and then in your mind the dog talks back. A talking dog can provide the words that a stunted protagonist finds difficult to muster.
Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind "Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back.
When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself.
When I'm in certain moods, a conversation will start up in my head, and suddenly I'll realize that the language has reached a very high and interesting level, and then lines and stanzas will just kind of appear, full-blown.
I talk to myself a lot.
I always had a relationship with God as early as 8 years old. I can remember having these conversations with God. I'd go in the bathroom and look in the mirror and talk to myself, but then I knew I was not the only one present.
