Quotes About Self-awareness

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me. As if I were not puzzled at myself!

I exist as I am. That is enough

What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?

Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less       important than I thought

not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, you must travel for yourself.

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

Clear and sweet is my soul . . . . and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack

In all people I see myself, none more and not one barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

I will not be outfaced by irrational things, I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, And the good or bad I say of them.

I am given up by traitors; I talk wildly . . . . I have lost my wits . . . . I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland . . . . my own hands carried me there.

What do I know of life? what of myself? I know not even my own work past or present

Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, / But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreached... / ...I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and...no man ever can.

Micsoda érzés: ma vagy bármelyik napon azt érezni, hogy úgy, ahogy vagyok, kielégítÅ' vagyok!

I have said that the soul is not more than the body And the body not more than the soul And nothing, not God is greater to one than one's self is And he who walks a furlong without sympathy Walks to is own funeral drest in shroud

If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much remarkable in you. Why what have you thought of yourself? Is it you then that thought yourself less?

I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood

Mankind, which in Homer's time was an object of contemplation for the Olympian gods, is now one for itself. Its self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as aesthetic pleasure of the first order.

Ser feliz significa poder tomar conciencia de uno mismo sin llevarse un susto.

Drew, your enemies can mess your life up,' he said. 'Or they can make it easy for you to do it to yourself.' —Fletch

Everything in life is made up...You make up that you are happy. You make up that you are sad. You make up that you are in love. If you don't make up your own life, who's going to make it up for you? It's bad enough when you die and everybody can make up their own stories about you. —Mr. Hooft