Quotes About Self-awareness

We all make mistakes, some bigger than others, but none of us is perfect.

She didn't feel thirty. But then again again, what was being thirty supposed to feel like? When she was younger, thirty seemed so far away, she thought that a woman of that age would be so wise and knowledgeable, so settled in her life with a husband and children and a career. She had none of those things. She still felt as clueless as she had felt when she was twenty, only with a few more gray hairs and crow's feet around her eyes.

People who constantly looked over their shoulders bumped into things. Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves.

There's the person who you think you should be and there's the person who you really are. I've lost sense of both.

Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I'm the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I've made and where I'm headed? Everywhere I look, I see people just getting on with it.

To look back, to go back, is not to be weak. It is not to reopen wounds. It takes strength, it takes courage. It takes a person who is more in control of who they are to cast a discerning, non-judgmental eye over who they once were.

People who believe that they are not interesting, usually are the most interesting of all.

Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves.

THERE'S THE PERSON you think you should be and there's the person you really are. I'm not sure who I should be, but I now know who I am. And that, I say, is the perfect place to start again.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. You would think it would be an innate human instinct but no, i inhale and forget to exhale and so I find my body rigid, all tensed up, heart pounding , chest tight with an anxious head wondering what's wrong.

The more time she is spending around people, the more she discovers of her own character failures. In the cottage she was generous, she was kind, she was positive. In this world new sides of her are emerging and she doesn't like it. She thought she was a better person than this.

Forty-three years old, he is handsome and he knows it, but it's not a view that is held with arrogance. His opinion on his looks are merely understood with the same logic he applies to tasting a fine wine. The grape was merely grown in the right place, under the right conditions. Some degree of nurturing and love mixed with later moments of being completely trampled on and walked all over.

You are responsible for your own life and what happens in it, so are the other people.

Sometimes you see everything so clearly and other times you can't even see yourself, but then, isn't that all of us?

You can run and run as fast and as far as you like but the truth is, wherever you run, there you are.

Well, even a garden grows stranglers, love. It grows them naturally, all by itself. They creep up and choke the plants that are growing from the very same soil as they are. We each have our demons, our self-destruct button. Even in gardens. Pretty as they may be. If you don't potter, you don't notice them.

Love can soften people, I believe that. But in me, now, love riles up an anger, a red-hot rage that crawls on my skin, seeps into my blood and brings out the worst in me. That's why everyone I love is better off loving me from afar.

And that's what the problem was – Kitty had finally nailed it. In the six months of Etcetera stories that Kitty had pored over, she now realised she hadn't written a single article that had been an idea of her own. Each story had been proposed by Pete or Cheryl or by somebody else who had enough on their own plate and was unable to write it. She hadn't noticed it happening because she hadn't minded.

It's nobody's fault. It's not my fault. I didn't do anything wrong, I know that now. It's just the way it is. Sometimes things just don't work out. You and me, we worked for the amount of time that we worked, then we didn't anymore. We can't go back, and frankly, I can't see what we can be. I've changed.

into things. Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves.

Dar oglinda mi-a spus asta:nu poti sti totul,doar privindu-ma.Nu poti sti niciodata totul doar uitandu-te la cineva

Who ever needs to know what people say about them behind their backs?

This is life brother, there's no harm, or shame in admitting something's not working. Get out now while you can. I don't know what you're hanging on for.

Talkers don't think much; their words drown out any possibility of hearing their subconscious asking, why did you say that? What do you really think?