Quotes About Self-awareness

Why do I do anything?' she says. 'I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

Self improvement is masturbation...

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.

The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn't know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.

All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I've been, and it's still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?

Want to talk third wave feminism, you could cite Ariel Levy and the idea that women have internalized male oppression. Going to spring break at Fort Lauderdale, getting drunk, and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master, and nobody had noticed. Still, i'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When i pass people in the hall at work, I get toally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.

A house full of condiments and no real food. If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.

Because I can't save anybody; not as a doctor, not as a son. And because I can't save anybody, I can't save myself.

I embrace my own festering diseased corruption

Quit try­ing to fix your life. Deal with your one big is­sue.

The truth is nobody here is as stupid or evil as I let on. Except me.

Why do I do anything? I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

I am my own rakish seducer. I do serve as my own surly, brutish bounder.

Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize. My point being, Brandy says, is you can't escape the world, and you're not responsible for how you look, if you look beauticious or butt ugly. You're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. It's all out of your hands, Brandy says.

Ignore how it feels when the only real talent you have is for hiding the truth.

The skin along the parts in her hair, the skin above and behind the doctor's ears, is as clear and white as the skin inside her other tan lines must look. If women knew how their ears come across, the firm fleshy edge, the little dark hood at the top, all the smooth contours coiled and channeling you to the tight darkness inside, well, more women would wear their hair down.

the supreme manifestation of all his self-perceived shortcomings

Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed.