Quotes About Self-absorption

Indolence is the beginning of all vice, because in a condition of slothful dreaming the libido has abundant opportunity for sinking into itself...

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sacas con pensar en el futuro, las cosas siguen su curso y tú no tienes control de nada, relájate, hermano», era el consejo cien veces repetido de su amigo. Lo acusaba de vivir en perpetua conversación consigo mismo, mascullando, recordando, arrepintiéndose, planeando. Decía que sólo los humanos andaban centrados en sí mismos, esclavos de su ego, observándose

The Trumps have spent exactly zero percent of their lives caring about anyone other than themselves.

Everyone in New York is very self-involved. They're focused on themselves. Like, walking down the street, people are just in their own zone.

A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.

I'm definitely a narcissist, and TV is fabulous for narcissists.

I wanted at one point to act, which is a weird thing for men to want to do. It's a very vain profession.

The stories that I want to tell are completely, well somewhat autobiographical. It's completely based on my own self-absorption issues and problems.

To be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

Talking to him was like engaging in a fistfight with someone gazing at himself in the mirror while punching you.

Talking to him was like engaging in a fistfight with someone gazing at himself in a mirror while punching you.

You like it. I probably wouldn't. I'm really only interested in my own behavior.

Today's target was a woman of ninety-three who looked thirty-three, and who was constantly busy. When she wasn't looking at her phone she was looking in her purse; when she wasn't looking in her purse she was looking at her nails, or the sleeve of her blouse, or the loose button on her jacket. What does she fear in idleness? Citra wondered. The woman was so self- absorbed, she had no clue that she was under the scrutiny of a scythe, trailing her by only ten yards.

Thinks the sun shines out yer clacker.

He was a person whose universe was very small indeed. It held only one person, himself, surrounded by things whose sole function was to be manipulated for his amusement or profit.

omphaloskepsis

My dear Tristan, to be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

She hadn't loved Randolph Carter. He had been a man like many, so wrapped and rapt in his own story that there was no room for the world around him except as it served his own tale: the black men of Parg and Kled and Sona Nyl, the gold men of Thorabon and Ophir and Rinar; and all the women invisible everywhere, except when they brought him drinks or sold him food - all walk-on parts in the play that was Randolph Carter, or even wallpaper.

Sociopaths have no conscience. Narcissists have no empathy. Neither one thinks other people are real. Narcissists think other people are just ego food, tools or extensions of themselves.

And narcissists don't love themselves. They hardly have any selves to begin with. They put all their energy into the fake image that they wear like a mask. Only there's nothing but dead space behind it.

My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.

Estos unicornios son todos iguales —comentó Loro con tristeza—­, más vanidosos que un pavo. Dales un espejo, o simplemente cualquier cosa en la que puedan verse reflejados, y se quedan como hipnotizados. —Pero éste no es más que un niño —dijó Penélope—, y hay que reconocer que es realmente guapo.

When people are bored, it is primarily with their own selves that they are bored.