Quotes About Self-awareness

I feel hungover even though we didn't drink, and lonely even though I'm used to being on my own

More and more lately it seems as though the majority of my conversations are with myself. Given half the stuff I think, that's probably a good thing

Why wasn't I nicer to Alice? When she has been nothing but sweet to me? When I actually like her? I know I should say something to her, but before I can find the words, she's tooting her horn and disappearing down the street. I wave until she turns the corner. And as I watch another person drive out of here to some better place, I understand exactly why I wasn't nicer.

Of all the things and people she missed lately, it was odd to find herself at the top of the list.

In my mind, I am bold and forthright, but what comes out always seems to be so meek and polite.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was?

Suddenly, I see it. A flaming piece of rock hurtling through the atmosphere. Oh my god. I'm the fucking asteroid.

When exactly had the mirror stopped singing her praises and started whispering her doubts? And why had she gone back to it day after day? Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

Firefly, it is an act of bravery to feel your feelings. Oh, Meg would've loved that. It's an act of bravery to feel your feelings, even if your feelings are telling you to die.

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

If I was not able to control my social world I could at least begin to coordinate the movement of my own body.

I stopped walking and stared down at my pink painted toenails. That was it. Of course. No, not my choice of polish, although it was exceptional,

Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes's skin. "Me no boy. You think me a boy?" Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron. Reyes was the first to find his voice. "You're a…girl?" A nod. "Me pretty." "Yes, you are." Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. "Beautiful.

Of course." She fluffed her hair. "I don't want to brag, but I'm very high maintenance." "Uh, I think low maintenance is what's desirable." "Low maintenance is what's forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It's golden." With barely a breath, she added, "Now let's find out if we're compatible, shall we?

Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?

Ego Check. Damn it. How many would he need in one day?

Why are you hitting yourself, Jessie Kay? Huh? Huh? Why?

What do you think is the problem? You're a cute kid-­Ã¢â'¬Âuh, guy. Man. You're a cute man.

What are you, a child? Your cock is not a toy, so stop playing with it for one damn night.

My reflection stared back at me, the smudges just as dark as before. Disappointment hit a split second before I realized something else was wrong. Something far worse. I wasn't smiling-but my reflection was

I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I'm not Justin Silverstone's biggest fan, but he's not a bad guy. Despite the mistakes he made in the past, he recently helped us destroy Anima from inside out. He's proven himself. And yet, the moment he put his arm around Camilla and turned on his megawatt smile, Ive wanted to open him up from navel to nose, just to play Operation. Same way I reacted when the waiter touched her. I think I'm on my period.

For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you (Rom. 12:3). Paul's

I'm fascinated with myself and love hearing the sound of my own voice. I'd like to hear what I have to say. A lot of people don't like being alone because they truly don't like themselves, but I love me.