Quotes About Self-awareness

Es mi culpa mÍa si las cosas me hieren con más fuerza que a otros

Yo creía empezar a entender que el problema no estaba en más o menos libros leídos. Estaba en otra parte, en nosotros mismos que elegíamo entre tantos libros precisamente aquellos que nos hacen lo que somos

And it is very much lamented,. That you have no such mirors as will turn

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in Our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Be what you are. This is the first step toward becoming better than you are.

The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself.

In the process of telling the truth about what you feel or what you see, each of us has to get in touch with himself or herself in a really deep, serious way.

Figuring out what is your stuff and what is other people's stuff can be a lifelong journey.

If I know from the start that I'm going to be alone, I'm not lonely. It doesn't bother me.

You said i could call you when i wanted but that you wouldn't call me. you have to decide where and when, you said. if you leave it up to me i'll want to see you every day. At least you were honest, which is more than i can say for me.

Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These relationships were love's version of a stay in the stocks, in you go, plenty of misery guaranteed and what you got out of it besides bitterness and heartbreak nobody knows. Perhaps some knowledge of self and women.

if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves.

you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

blur trying to shy away from the camera. I listen to her advice and on my way to and from work I concentrate on the other

Only by externalization, by entering into social relationships, can we develop the interiority of our own person.

It was what you did, Wolgast understood; you started to tell a story about who you were, and soon enough the lies were all you had and you became that person.

That's the worst part, really, when you think about it. Try as you might, nobody will ever truly know who you are. You're just somebody alone in a house with your thoughts and nothing else.

Try as you might, nobody will ever truly know who you are. You're just somebody alone in a house with your thoughts and nothing else.

She took off her glasses and put them in my hand. 'You know, without these, I can't see anything. What's funny is that it's like no one else can see me either. Isn't it strange? I kind of feel invisible.

But as love turns to grief, and grief becomes anger, so must anger yield to thought, in order to know itself.

He has to come to it on his own.

Is there no I but I?

Consider the species known as man. We lie, we cheat, we want what others have and take it; we make war upon each other and the earth; we harvest lives in multitudes. We have mortgaged the planet and spent the cash on trifles. We may have loved, but never well enough. We never truly knew ourselves. We forgot the world; now it has forgotten us. How many years will pass before jealous nature reclaims this place? Before it is as if we never existed at all?

Yet something nagged at me. It is impossible, of course, to completely know another person; we are, in the end, prisoners of our own minds.