Quotes About Self-awareness

I didn't know if I was unhappy. I felt too miserable to be unhappy.

It got so bad that Al thought maybe it was him so he went to a shrink and asked and the shrink said, you're one of the sanest men I've ever met. poor Al. that made him feel worse than ever.

I talked to Miriam. She says you paint and write, you're an artist at rare times I'm an artist; at most other times I'm nothing

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely. I knew that I wasn't entirely sane. I still knew, as I had as a child, that there was something strange about myself. I felt as if I were destined to be a murderer, a bank robber, a saint, a rapist, a monk, a hermit.

Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds; They Are Nothing Alone

I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did, unless I caused it.

Ma l'aspetto positivo dell'essere un ubriacone è che non eri mai stitico. A volte pensavo al fegato, ma lui non parlava mai, non diceva mai: Smettila tu stai ammazzando me io ammazzerò te Se avessimo il fegato parlante non avremmo bisogno degli Alcolisti Anonimi.

I finally got dressed. I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

I always felt it would pass. I listened to the charges against me knowing some of them to be true but certainly not important enough to become the target of violence, envy, vengeance. I thought it would surely pass.

Nick, que esa cosa tan grande que está ahi empinada mientras hablas conmigo? -Ah, esto! Es mi barriga!

but perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and uglinesses that we ourselves are not aware of but that everybody else is aware of. how ya gonna keep us down on the farm?

Sometimes I thought about my liver but my liver never spoke up, it never said, "Stop it, you're killing me and I'm going to kill you!" If we had talking livers we wouldn't need A.A.

I guess what I meant is that you are better off doing nothing than doing something badly. But the problem is that bad writers tend to have the self-confidence, while the good ones tend to have self-doubt. [1989 interview in the literary journal "Arete". In response to the question Your poem 'friendly advice to a lot of young men' says that one is better off living in a barrel than he is writing poetry. Would you give this same advice today?]

What's wrong is that I am a GIANT HUNK OF SHIT!

Bad writers tend to have self-confidence, while the good ones tend to have self-doubt.

I don't think I was insane but many of the insane think that but i think now if anything saved me it was the avoidance of the crowd

Estoy muy tranquilo y escucho, pero por debajo hay un hervor inmenso de locura que hay que cuidar en último término o acabaré pegándome un tiro, algún día.

in fact," I told her, "I am a genius but nobody knows it but me.

My idea about the whole thing was that most people weren't alcoholics, they only thought that they were. It was something that couldn't be rushed. It took at least twenty years to become a bonafide alcoholic. I was on my 45th year and didn't regret any of it.

whatya wanna hear on the juke?" I asked. "anything. anything you like." I loaded the thing. I didn't know who I was but I could load a juke box.

insan?n kendini nedenini bilmeksizin iyi hissetmesi ne güzel: ya da s?n?rl? bile olsa seçimi olabilmesi; ya da biraz aÅŸk?, nefrete dönüÅŸmeyen.

perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and ugliness that we ourselves are not aware of but that everyone else is aware of.

It made me feel low that I couldn't praise him without reservation. But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.

I look into myself and find perfect emptiness