Quotes About Self-awareness

Expectations of anyone or of any thing will lead u down the road of disappointment. Set your Intention today to let go and ALLOW others to follow their path as u follow yours. Look deeply within yourself, what is your FEAR? What r u so afraid of? Contentment is a SOUL/SOLE journey that u must travel alone, expecting another to fill YOUR void is unfair and selfish.

When we are not in touch with the ultimate Source that can give us a picture of our true worth, we will slip and slide into the sea of false knowledge that inundates our information age. What

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Sometimes you had to let a person stumble, let 'em fall flat out—no matter how much it hurt to see—before they could come to grips with how bad off they were. Because until a person realized that, there wasn't much helping them.

Even the tiny frog is spoilt by its mouth

Imagine we could see the damage inside ourselves. Imagine it showed through us like contraband on an airport scanner. What would it be like, to walk around the city with it all on view – all the hurts and the betrayals and the things that diminished us; all the crushed dreams and the broken hearts? What would it be like to see the people our lives have made us? The people we are, under our skin. I

I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn't wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.

I am not good at noticing when I'm happy, except in retrospect.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life.

My father once told me that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for. If you don't know that, he said, what are you worth? Nothing. You're not a man at all.

If you let other people decide what you think about something like that, if you just follow along because it's trendy, then who are you? When the flock changes direction tomorrow, what, you just throw away everything you think and start over, because other people said so? Then what are you, underneath? You're nothing. You're no one.

Honestly it wasn't Susanna I was tired of, not really; it was me, wronged innocent, white knight, cunning investigator, killer, selfish oblivious dick, petty provocateur, take your pick, what does it matter? it'll all change again

Various therapists and psychiatrists have diagnosed various things along the way, but what it comes down to is that Dina is no good at life. It takes a knack that she's never quite got hold of.

I live inside my own skin. Anything that happens outside it doesn't change who I am. This isn't something I'm proud of; as far as I'm concerned, it's a bare minimum baseline requirement for calling yourself an adult human being, somewhere around the level of knowing how to do your own washing or change a toilet roll. All those idiots on the websites, begging for other people to pull their sagging puppet-strings, turn them real: they make me want to spit.

I'm not sure what exactly I did for those two years. A lot of the time, I think, nothing. I know this is one of the unthinkable taboos of our society, but I had discovered in myself a talent for a wonderful, unrepentant laziness, the kind most people never know after childhood.

Selena said, "Maybe they did have. People are complicated. When you're a little kid, you don't realize, you think people are just one thing; but then you get older, and you realize it's not that simple. Chris wasn't that simple. He was cruel and he was kind. And he didn't like realizing that. It bothered him, that he wasn't just one thing. I think it made him feel . . .

years of observing from the outside (one gets into the habit of being oneself)—

Your inner reality shapes your outer one, every day of your life.

Kevin was a child. He never grew up. Thirty-seven years old and he still figured everything in the world was going to go the way he thought it should; it never hit him that the world might work its own way, whether that suited him or not.

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life. He would have been a lot better off thick as a plank.

How else, except through being alone for a while, could you ever discover who you really are? But

I may not be confident or ambitious but at least I'm not confident and ambitious

I like being surprised by someone. Surprised, too, by myself.