Quotes About Self-awareness

Yeah, there's plenty of people like me who don't live in their brains, because there's not much going on up there. If I was just my brain I'd be really miserable.

Very few people ever manage what nature manages without effort and mostly without fail. We don't know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo Sapiens. Who's kidding whom?

When one has suffered or fears suffering, one pities those who suffer; but when one is suffering, one pities only oneself.

T]he man who meditates is a depraved animal.

I hear from afar the shouts of that false wisdom which is ever dragging us onwards, counting the present as nothing, and pursuing without pause a future which flies as we pursue, that false wisdom which removes us from our place and never brings us to any other.

De manera que, poniéndome en el lugar del oráculo y preguntándome qué es lo que preferiría ser, lo que soy yo o lo que son ellos, saber lo que ellos han aprendido o saber que no sé nada, me he respondido a mí mismo y al Dios: Quiero seguir siendo lo que soy.

De manera que toda esta superioridad de sabiduría que me otorga el oráculo se reduce únicamente a estar convencido completamente de que ignoro todo lo que no sé.

Fakat aram?zda ÅŸu ayr?m var ki bu adamlar bir ÅŸey bilmedikleri halde her ÅŸeyi bildiklerini san?yorlar; bense bir ÅŸey bilmemekle beraber hiç olmazsa bilmediÄŸimden ÅŸüphe etmiyorum.

he ahí las pruebas funestas de que la mayor parte de nuestros males son obra nuestra

Dès lors qu'elle dépend à la fois de sa propre conscience et des opinions des autres, il faut qu'elle apprenne à comparer ces deux règles, à les concilier, et à ne préférer la première que quand elles sont en opposition. [...] Rien de tout cela ne peut bien se faire sans cultiver son esprit ou sa raison.

las fatigas y el agotamiento espiritual, los pesares y contrariedades que se sienten en todas las situaciones, los cuales corroen perpetuamente el alma: he ahí las pruebas funestas de que la mayor parte de nuestros males son obra nuestra

Puede decirse muy bien que no empecé a vivir hasta que me tuve por muerto.

He examinado -dice- a los poetas y los miro como personas cuyo talento impone a las demás y a ellas mismas, que se las dan de sabias, a las que se tiene por tales, cuando tienen menos de eso que de ninguna otra cosa. De los poetas -continúa Sócrates- he

Such as I was, I have declared myself; sometimes vile and despicable, at others, virtuous, generous and sublime.

Nie to najci??ej wyzna?, co w nas jest zbrodnicze, ale co wstydliwe i ?mieszne

Everyone has some darkness inside. It's like a hungry creature. It wants and wants and wants with a terrible power. And the more you give it, the bigger and hungrier it gets.

There is so much darkness in Ember, Lina. It's not just outside, it's inside us, too. Everyone has some darkness inside. It's like a hungry creature. It wants and wants and wants with a terrible power. And the more you give it, the bigger and hungrier it gets.

The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself any-more.

Father: And when anger is the boss, you get- Doon: Unintended consequences.

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.