Quotes About Self-awareness

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. When

Dear Lord." She looked at Dani. "Did you see that six-pack? I think it was an eight-pack." Jasper scowled. "Jeez, Christine." "What? I'm married but I'm not dead." Dani

Solo comprendiendo al niño que vive en nuestro interior, podemos acceder a la verdadera dimensión de nuestras falencias y nuestros miedos, y desde esa realidad emocional, ver qué recursos tenemos para mejorar nuestra vida de adultos. Es indispensable comprender que dependemos de nuestra realidad emocional. Y que tendremos que encontrar la propia voz para nombrarla.

He didn't run from something or to something, not for anyone or in spite of anyone; he ran because it was what his body wished to do. The restiveness, the self-consciousness, and the need to oppose disappeared. All he felt was peace.

In the morning he rose to run again. He didn't run from something or to something, not for anyone or in spite of anyone; he ran because it was what his body wished to do. The restiveness, the self-consciousness, and the need to oppose disappeared. All he felt was peace.

Behind him there's still the mirror…a bit of infinity, which in its disinterest still holds their reflections safely in it.

I'm demon-eyed, but I'm also filled with acceptance.

It was high time that she left behind these silly daydreams, before she became odd and ended up locked in some attic, collecting bits of string and candle wax and muttering.

I'm too sensitive for this world. And yet I'm here.

The present is swollen with self-regard for itself, but soon enough the present becomes the past. This present, this day, this very moment we inhabit--it all will be held accountable for the things it didn't know, didn't understand.

If you couldn't face the truth about yourself, then you weren't ready for the truth about anything

sound silly, but I figured out that being happy made me happier than being unhappy ever did." Tess replayed these words in

Her zaman yapamayaca??m?z ÅŸeyleri düÅŸünüyoruz, s?n?rlar?m?z?n nerede olduÄŸunu buluyoruz ve böylece bir ÅŸeylerin k?y?s?na kadar gidip sonra da teknik zeminde masumluÄŸumuzu iddia ediyoruz.

The present is swollen with self-regard for itself, but soon enough the present becomes the past. This present, this day, this very moment we inhabit—it all will be held accountable for the things it didn't know, didn't understand.

She realized, somewhat belatedly, that he had not boiled his existence down to one quirk. Whoever he was, he didn't define himself as Walking Man. He had a life, a history. Perhaps a sad and gloomy one, based on these surroundings and his compulsive, constant hiking, but he was not, in his head or mirror, a man who did nothing but walk around North Baltimore.

I think humans are only capable of small moments of honesty. Then they get tired and back away. It's something to foster, this ability to keep it for longer. How to keep being honest and aware.

Quise saber si olía a alcanfor porque me parecía que habría quedado impregnado, como su progenitor. Pero sólo me olió a mí misma, a mi propia sangre ya a mi mismo olor.

Trying to get a handle on what he thought, what he felt, what he thought about what he felt and vice versa, was like trying to open a locked door by ramming it with his head.

Therapist:) "It's interesting that you drew yourself with this little golden crown on your head. What does the crown mean to you?" "That's not a crown," she told him. "That's a nimbus of outrage.

Projection is part of the false self. We diminish our God-given empowerment when we spend energy projecting rather than feeding our interior life. Living from our false self drains us of our desire for self-awareness and growth. Our self-respect is undermined and our tendencies toward internalized self-hatred are fed.

when it comes to daily life, the time-crunch narrative doesn't tell the whole story. The problem is not that we're all overworked or underrested, it's that most of us have absolutely no idea how we spend our 168 hours.

This is all true, and yet not really an argument against ownership. It is easy to believe our own excuses, particularly if they're good ones, but in a world of 7 billion people, there is always someone facing Y who is doing X. All of us have to assess the plot of life we are allotted every twenty-four hours and figure out how we can make the most of what we've been given.

There's a knowledge deep in our bones that some lines cannot be crossed without becoming unrecognizable to ourselves-the only death truly to be feared. I know who I have been. I know who I am. I know who I will remain.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.