Quotes About Self-awareness

he escaped all criticism but his own, which was much the most competent and most formidable.

There were always people to snatch at you, and it would never occur to them that they were eating you up. They did that without tasting.

One never said the things one wanted--one remembered them an hour afterward. On the other hand one usually said a lot of things one shouldn't, simply from a sense that one had to say something. Such a sense was upsetting; it muddled one's wits.

I didn't refuse often enough.

Je m'ennuie à mort parfois moi-même. Alors il me paraît normal que je puisse t'ennuyer.

she freely admitted that of old she had been a little mad, and now she pretended to be perfectly sane.

She saw herself in this connexion without detachment – saw others alone with intensity; otherwise she might have been struck, fairly have been amused, by her free assignment of the pachydermatous quality. If

I never was what I should be.

I don't approve of myself in the least. Sometimes it comes over me — how I should object to myself if I were not myself.

Nu te mai stradui atat sa-ti formezi un caracter - e ca si cand ai incerca sa deschizi petalele unui boboc crud de trandafir. Traieste cum iti place, iar caracterul tau va avea singur grija de el.

I'm rather ashamed of my plans; I make a new one every day.

He knew soon enough that it was of himself he was afraid, and that even, if he didn't take care, he should infallibly be more so.

I don't know what great unhappiness might bring me to; but it seems to me I shall always be ashamed.

I must live for myself at last, while there is still a handful left of me

I'm an egotist, but I'm not selfish. There's a difference. I'm a neurotic, I guess. I can't stop thinking about myself. It isn't that I think myself so important... I simply can't think about anything else, that's all. If I could fall in love with a woman that might help some. But I can't find a woman who interests me.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.

Like every man I am my own worst enemy, but unlike most men I know too that I am my own saviour.

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

the world is the mirror of myself dying.

Voyages are accomplished inwardly.

Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Tomorrow is no hazardous affair, a day like any other day: tomorrow is the result of many yesterdays and comes with a potent, cumulative effect. I am tomorrow what I chose to be yesterday and the day before. It is not possible that tomorrow I may negate and nullify everything that led me to this present moment.

The ideal community, in a sense, would be the loose, fluid aggregation of individuals who elected to be alone and detached in order to be at one with themselves and all that lives and breathes. It would be a God-filled community, even if none of its members believe in (a) God. It would be a paradise, even though the word had long disappeared from our vocabulary.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chose. What stays him, usually, is the fear of the sacrifices involved. (Even to relinquish his chains seems like a sacrifice.) Yet everyone knows that nothing is accomplished without sacrifice.