Quotes About Self-awareness

the greatest obstacle to my progress is me. I myself have been the biggest difficulty in my path. It's with enormous effort that I'm able to overcome myself.

Only once did she ask a tragic question: who am I? It frightened her so much that she completely stopped thinking.

Nothing that I am not can interest me, it is impossible to be anything more than what you are.

Desculpai-me mas vou continuar a falar de mim que sou meu desconhecido, e ao escrever me surpreendo um pouco pois descobri que tenho um destino. Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it.

She had what's known as inner life and didn't know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails. When she went to work she looked like a gentle lunatic because as the bus went along she daydreamed in loud and dazzling dreams.

Forgive me but I'm going to keep talking about me who am unknown to myself, and as I write I'm a bit surprised because I discover I have a destiny. Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Anyone who lives knows even without knowing that he or she knows. So dear reader,you know more than imagine however much you may deny it.

How could it be in that cavity-ridden body so much lasciviousness could fit, without her even knowing she had it.

A man told me that in the Talmud it says there are things that can be said to many people, others to few people, and others to no one. To which I would add: there are certain things I don't even want to tell myself.

An eye looked over my life. I probably called that eye sometimes "truth", sometimes morality, sometimes human law, sometimes "God", sometimes "myself". For the most part I lived inside a mirror. Two minutes after I was born I had already lost my beginnings.

For other people she didn't exist. Her only advantage over others was knowing how to swallow pills without any water, dry.

Until now finding myself was already having an idea of a person and fitting myself into it: I'd incarnate myself into this organized person and didn't even feel the great effort of construction that is living.

Eu ainda não sei controlar meu ódio mas já sei que meu ódio é um amor irrealizado.

La libertad en sí -como acto de percepción- no tiene forma. Y como el verdadero pensamiento se piensa a sí mismo, esa especie de pensamiento alcanza su objeto en el propio acto del pensar.

There I was open-mouthed and offended and withdrawn—faced with the dusty being looking back at me. Take what I saw: because what I was seeing with an embarrassment so painful and so frightened and so innocent, what I was seeing was life looking back at me.

Avísenme si empiezo a convertirme en demasiado yo misma»

It is curious that I can´t say who I am. That is to say, I know it all too well, but I can´t say it. More than anything, I´m afraid to say it, because the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say.

Mas de mim depende eu vir livremente a ser o que fatalmente sou. Sou dona de minha fatalidade e, se eu decidir não cumpri-la, ficarei fora de minha natureza especificamente viva.

The minute she sensed he had left the house, however, she transformed, concentrated on herself and, as if she had merely been interrupted by him, continued slowly living.

no soy lo bastante adulta para saber usar una verdad sin destruirme.

The world independed on me — that was the trust I had reached: the world independed on me, and I am not understanding whatever it is I'm saying, never! never again shall I understand anything I say.

Am I one of the weak? a weak woman possessed by incessant and mad rhythm? if I were solid and strong would I even have heard the rhythm? I find no answer: I am.

I am afraid to be who I am. There is a total silence within me. I get scared.