Quotes About Self-awareness

He knew he had only himself to blame; but it was more or less entirely her fault.

I'm stuck in this pose, this shop-managing pose, forever, because of a few short weeks in 1979 when I went a bit potty for a while. It could be worse, I guess; I could have walked into an army recruiting office, or the nearest Slaughterhouse. But even so, I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.

if I do OK with women, it's not because of the virtues I have, but because of the shadows I don't have.

Of course, I have never had to take that long walk again, and my ears have not burned with quite the same fury, and I have never had to count the packs of cheap cigarettes in order to avoid mocking eyes and floods of tears…not really, not actually, not as such. It just feels that way, sometimes.

Ella pasó por una especie de Kramer contra Kramer en su día. Ya sabes, una de esas chaladuras presuntuosas en las que uno trata de averiguar quién demonios es. - ¿Y al final averiguó quién era? - No, no lo creo. Dudo mucho que alguien llegue a saber quién es de verdad, ¿no te parece?

You just… you just don't do anything. You get lost in your head, and you sit around thinking instead of getting on with something, and most of the time you think rubbish.

1) Fate a meno di scrivermi che spendo troppi soldi per libri che in gran parte non leggerò mai. Questo lo so già. Perché comunque ho intenzione di leggerli…più o meno. Le mie intenzioni sono buone. In ogni caso, i soldi sono miei. E poi scommetto che fate anche voi come me.

Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at twenty-six; we were of that disposition

Self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy.

Kau harus hidup dalam gelembungmu sendiri. Kau tidak bisa memaksa masuk ke dalam gelembung milik orang lain, karena dengan begitu, itu tak lagi menjadi gelembung.

I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains. I

I can't believe I told you all those things and we've ended up talking about how great I am.' 'But we're not. You've confused the two things again. You're not great. You're a shallow, feckless, self-indulgent... wanker.' 'Thanks.

She'd always suspected that she was the sort of girl who wouldn't go home to see a sick father if she had a shot at a television series, but she'd rather hoped that the news would be revealed slowly, and not for a while yet.

Once you stop pretending that everything's shitty and you can't wait to get out of it, which is the story I'd been telling myself for a while, then it gets more painful, not less. Telling yourself life is shit is like an anesthetic, and when you stop taking the Advil, then you really can tell how much it hurts, and where, and it's not like that kind of pain does anyone a whole lot of good.

There is one thing Margaret Thatcher said that I agree with: if you have to tell people you're important, you're not.

A name, she thinks, is what makes a person who they are. A name is how they know themself.

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.

How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?

Sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they're just our need to be recognized. Without them, we'd be unidentifiable. We have to reinvent ourselves every minute.

as a rule of thumb, whenever there appears a plural, correct for a singular. Should I ever let slip a royal WE, put me out of my misery with a swift blow to the head.

left to my own devices, I'm content to wake myself with a fart.

Looking at his reflection in the dark window, Litvinoff believed something had been peeled away and a truth revealed to him: He was an average man. A man willing to accept things as they were, and, because of this, he lacked the potential to be in any way original. And though he was wrong in every way about this, after that night nothing could dissuade him.

You know, sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits, she said. The gestures we repeat over and over, they're just our need to be recognized. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, as if she was reading subtitles. I mean that without them we would be unidentifiable. We'd have to reinvent ourselves every minute.

He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.