Quotes About Self-awareness

He had a weakness, though. All of us do, and those of us who think they do not are not being honest.

Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one's own creation.

You don't have to be searching to find what you need.

But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you'd finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.

Pride was an unattractive trait, even if it was well-placed.

You should always know who you are, he thought. And who you aren

Way too many people cloaked themselves in the mantle of victimhood, creating a vacuum of identity that they expected the world to rush in and fill with compassion that was undeserved.

Still, he forced himself to think of what Mary always said about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

Why did people always learn things about themselves too late, he thought.

As the voice of the wizard continued to pound at him, he felt the ivy of the past overtaking him once again, all the things he had failed to do, all the differences he hadn't made, all the care he'd tried to take, but had fallen short on…and now there was a new layer. Cormia's layer.

He tried out a smile. Widened it. His cheeks felt like they were going to crack. Yeah, okay, so he wasn't exactly Hallmark-card material.

about emotions. You weren't responsible for them and you couldn't control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

A very wise person once told me . . . lie to anybody you want, just never yourself.

I always thought I was thought and independent, that I could do everything alone. Turns out I'm not as tough as I'd like to think I am.

If instead of saying, "I'm going to do this trade," you say, "I'm going to watch myself do this trade," all of a sudden you find that the process is a lot easier.

Eckhart is saying that once we become empty of all the dross within, God the Mystery can do nothing but rush in to fill the vacuum of our absence. It is up to each one of us to choose between suffocating in the vortex of the limited, knowable self, or instead to cut the cords which bind, and let ourselves drift out into, and be, the vast, incomprehensible sea of Being itself.

I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.

I had nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion

Every one of these things I said was a knife at myself. Everything I had ever secretly held against my brother was coming out: how ugly I was and what filth I was discovering in the depths of my own impure psychologies (214).

It's a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there's no use flaunting on that level, the level of the 'public', a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It's something like that. So I guess you might say we're a beat generation.

difficult to make a real confession and show what happened when you're such an egomaniac all you can do is take off on big paragraphs about minor details about yourself and the big sole details about others go sitting and waiting around)

Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)

I had nothing to offer anybody except for my own confusion

I had nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.