Quotes About Self-awareness

Our frustration with others is always greatest when we're frustrated with ourselves

Our frustration with others is always greatest when we're frustrated with ourselves.

This is a fundamental fact of life, a law of the universe, and the moment you embrace it is the moment you are free. Everyone gets at least one sociopath, one a-hole, one hurtful narcissistic jerk who barges or stumbles or falls into their life and causes pain .

When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.

Many spiritual and religious teachings talk about the concept that we have forgotten who we are as spiritual beings and have come to see ourselves as human beings.

right now we don't actually have a clear definition of what kind of beings we are.

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was known by my actions and words, that my internal universe was unavailable for inspection by others. They didn't know. They didn't know, because I never told them.

Are you living the life God has designed for you, or are you living someone else's?

There are so many times when many of us have found ourselves living a tremendous lie when we could be living a tremendous life.

Certainly, it's important to acknowledge and identify the effects of BPD on your life. It's equally important to realize that it neither dictates who you are nor fixes your destiny.

It's not about blame or wallowing...you are all molded by so much more than a dysfunctional past, and you must ultimately take responsibility for creating the life you want.

But I'm used to him not being around, especially when I'm at school. I mostly didn't live with him. So I don't actually miss him even though I'm sorry that he's dead. Sometimes I realize that for a few hours I've forgotten all about him. I think I miss the idea of him more than miss his real self. Does that make me a bad person? I'm afraid it does.

Why doesn't the fellow who says, "I'm no speechmaker," let it go at that instead of giving a demonstration?

Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way.

Year by year, his life wasn't amounting to anything at all...And yet, another part of him had expanded: his self-consciousness, his self-pity -- oh, the tediousness of it...Shouldn't he return to a life where he might slice his own importance, to where he might relinquish this overrated control over his own destiny and perhaps be subtracted from its determination altogether? He might even experience that greatest luxury of not noticing himself at all.

If someone had given me a tank top with shoulder pads, I probably would have put it on. I couldn't possibly have understood the influence I had—or, to be honest, the influence my character, Mike Seaver, had. When I spun around sporting sunglasses and a brown leather coat during the Growing Pains theme, millions of teens were doing the same thing in front of their bathroom mirrors. I had no idea.

Making a different choice isn't the same thing as giving up," Janeway said. "Sometimes we're not happy because we aren't living up to our own expectations. But sometimes we're not happy because we're asking the wrong things of ourselves. Part of growing up is learning to tell the difference between the two.

The ability to admit that you do not know is the surest indication of your enduring strength

The captain was experienced en8gh t8 kn8w how bad relationships worked. Your gut told you from the beginning to stay out of it. You got drawn in anyway, telling yourself your eyes were open to the good and the bad. There was just enough good to keep you interested butvnot enough to allow you to commit. One day you woke up with nothing but regrets and wasted time.

You've either bat-shit insane or you've watched too many movies. This isn't Star Wars , Mandel. I'm not Luke Skywalker. My dad's not Darth Vader. And you sure as hell aren't my Obi-Wan.

For the first time in my life, I was alone. And for the first time in my life, I knew what the hell I was doing.

I have my own identity ... The whole Michael thing does drive me nuts sometimes because people won't leave it alone. He's bald, I have hair. He's almost 40, I'm 22. Seriously though, I wish people would let it be and let me just be Kobe.

To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there.

Isn't the act of calling everyone a fool left and right the indication of a true fool?