Quotes About Self-awareness

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

I am not what I am..

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

for the eye sees not itself, but by reflection, by some other things.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

He will fence with his own shadow.

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and none

Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, Conceptions only proper to myself, Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.

Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.

I assure thee: setting the attractions of my good parts aside I have no other charms.

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 140 But by reflection, by some other things.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear

Stay, I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me. Viola: That you do think you are not what you are. Olivia: If I think so, I think the same of you. Viola: Then think you right; I am not what I am. Olivia: I would you were as I would have you be. Viola: Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...

Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!