Quotes About Self-awareness

There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary.

one of my biggest illusions was that other people were meant to assuage my anxiety by filling some lack that I was responsible for filling myself. If I wanted to give, the giving had to be "for fun and for free." The giving couldn't be out of guilt, nor because I secretly wanted to get something back, nor because I wanted the other person to respond in such a way as to satisfy my longing to be useful. Thérèse

Be positive in all that you allow yourself to be, if you do not feel positive don't allow that self to be, instead transform into someone you want other people to be. Imagine you are like the you in heaven and heaven in others will come out of them to you.

Love is facing your inner and outer faults then accepting you are still you.

When you are born and put into your crib, the whole world sticks their heads over the tops of the bars. They give you a name and they have all sorts of different ideas about you. … But your task is to become something much more unique and surprising than anyone your parents could ever imagine you to be. You have to know that the life you have is completely yours.

Find ways to develop self-awareness so you know what you do well... you do a thousand things brilliantly, and if you don't know what they are you aren't going to be able to become a true evaluator of your own work or other people's.

Mental illness didn't really change people. It just made them more of who they were going to be anyway. Mental illness was less like obliteration, more like italics.

The feelings are overwhelming, but they're not you. They're the feelings. You are separate, and you are strong and amazing and good.

Pride is the mask we make of our faults

At least I have the modesty to admit that lack of modesty is one of my failings.

Only do what your heart tells you. —Princess Diana

She said that my good qualities were my bad qualities -- this I have come to realize is true of everyone. On the one hand, I was game, eager and perfectly ready to see what was in front of me. On the other hand, I had no sense of direction or destiny.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. I now realize that was probably the first sign my soul wisdom--the voice of my inner, truest self--was trying to get my attention.

What about Melissa?" I ask. "She's angry at you for ending things with her. Maybe this is her way of teaching you a lesson." "A total possibility. I'm definitely sweet and studly enough to drive a girl literally insane, wouldn't you say?" He flexes his biceps to be funny. "Can we please try to be serious here?

Who people think they are and what people think they want is not really who they are or what they want.

But if you made yourself up, you got to be exactly who you knew yourself to be.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

She must heed her intuition without demanding that it serve her and without worrying that it would fail.

When your intuition is right, thank the part of you that knows how to do that truly remarkable job.

Try to become aware of one feeling a day, keeping in mind that by doing so, you are building your data bank of self-knowledge

I need to learn to recognize and identify these danger signs when I see them, and not brush them off as "eccentricities," "lovable oddities," or "a sign that he s crying out for help and the comforting of a codependent nurturer that only I, Princess Enabler, can provide. Bad boyfriends don't disguise themselves; their girlfriends do it for them.

Tell me about yourself, Miss Russell." I started to give him the obligatory response, first the demurral and then the reluctant flat autobiography, but some slight air of polite inattention in his manner stopped me. Instead, I found myself grinning at him. "Why don't you tell me about myself, Mr. Holmes?

Most of us walk through our daily lives as if we were asleep. We regard not what is before our eyes. We see not how we construct fantasies of our own and others' intentions without having the smallest knowledge of what we, or they, are truly about. We are all imaginists, storytellers if you will, and the pity is that none of us recognizes his sorry state.

Only a fool would wish to go back who he was.