Quotes About Self-awareness

The problem was me. I was...I was a pathological liar. Or am, I should say. Lying is like alcoholism, one is always "recovering".

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear my liver on my pant leg.

It was the first time I was ever in love, and I learned a lot. Before that I'd never even thought about killing myself.

Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!

The other day I... uh, no, that wasn't me.

I just found out I have an IQ of 208, and I don't know what that means.

I want to be age appropriate. I don't want to be that girl you see walking away and she looks 25 and then she turns around and she looks 90.

Real dread is knowing that your thoughts lie to you, even when you think you are being honest

I have no philosophy in which I can move like a fish in water or a bird on the wing. All I have is an endless struggle, every second of my life, between false consolations that only add to my feeling of powerlessness and deepen my despair, and true consolations that bring me momentary freedom. I should probably say the true consolation, because for me only one exists: the one that allows me to know myself as a free human being, within my own boundaries, untouchable.

You have to be yourself. Be very honest about who and what you are. And if people still like you, that's great. If they don't, that's their problem.

You have to be yourself. Be very honest about who and what you are. And if people still like or love you, that's great. If they don't, that's their problem.

no experience feels real anymore—just filtered and retouched, edited and tagged. How we create curated versions of ourselves until we don't know who we really are. How our entire species is sleepwalking toward oblivion. How survival doesn't seem like a possibility. How time doesn't feel like it's passing anymore, just running out.

In his heart, he was aware of just how vulnerable he was, and that Othman knew that. He had dared to believe he was different, that a new, stronger self had awakened within him, but it was newborn and fragile. This man, this creature was more than a match for him.

Let me explain what I think you are." "Please do. It would interest me greatly.

I can assure you I'm now always fully of my own bizarre and unique magnificence.

When people stopped to stare at him, his flesh shrank, because he thought they found him objectionable. He did not realise how striking he was, how the mark of his people set him apart, surrounded him with an ambience of otherworldiness, something bewitching. This lack of self-awareness contributed greatly to his allure.

You were only ever aware of yourself. I was just a mirror, like Amber was. You liked to see yourself in other people's eyes, become more real to yourself through their love for you.

What he saw in you made him afraid, for you were a dark mirror.

I do not look through the eyes of love, and you wouldn't respect me if I did.

I felt gaunt and old and hideous; all this without a mirror before me, other than his eyes.

Bathe in self-pity if you must, soulscaper. But I want you healthy and preened.

Brinorah felt she could rub her hands together and a scale of evil would fall from her in flakes, a taint she had not accepted intentionally, but which she was aware had besmirched her as much as any other who had stood by and allowed Alomeah her bloody free rein.

One man told me he did not like what looked out of my eyes. How could I respond to that? He was clearly seeing the truth of me; for all my pious motives, a dangerous killer.

He felt as if a sober part of himself still resided in his brain, observing the behavior of the part of him controlled by the Witch.