Quotes About Self-awareness

Por qué tanta gente cree que su vida es única y yo creo que la mía es igual a la de cualquiera?

Creo que cada uno de nosotros llega a la verdad que puede tolerar. Y, parado allí, no se atreve a dar otro paso. Es un límite que pone nuestro propio instinto de conservación.

Elena no siente orgullo, siente otra cosa, tampoco pena, ni bronca, siente un sentimiento que no sabe qué nombre tiene, eso que uno siente cuando se descubre tonto.

Nobody notices, only you've known, you're not sick, not crazy, not angry, not sad-- It's just this, you're injured.

Another friend tells you you have to learn not to absorb the world. She says sometimes she can hear her own voice saying silently to whomever—you are saying this thing and I am not going to accept it. Your friend refuses to carry what doesn't belong to her.

Leaving the day to itself, you close the door behind you and pour a bowl of cereal, then another, and would a third if you didn't interrupt yourself with the statement - you aren't hungry. Appetite won't attach you to anything no matter how depleted you feel.

Hold up, did you just hear, did you just say, did you just see, did you just do that? Then the voice in your head silently tells you to take your foot off your throat because just getting along shouldn't be an ambition.

You take in things you don't want all the time. The second you hear or see some ordinary moment, all its intended targets, all the meanings behind the retreating seconds, as far as you are able to see, come into focus. Hold up, did you just hear, did you just say, did you just see, did you just do that? Then the voice in your head silently tells you to take your foot off your throat because just getting along shouldn't be an ambition.

Another friend tells you you have to learn not to absorb the world. She says sometimes she can hear her own voice saying silently to whomever--you are saying this thing and I am not going to accept it. Your friend refuses to carry what doesn't belong to her. You take in things you don't want all the time. The second you hear or see some ordinary moment, all its intended targets, all the meanings behind the retreating seconds, as far as you are able to see, come into focus.

I was allowing myself to have too much presence in his imagination,

A friend argues that Americans battle between the "historical self" and the "self self." By this she means you mostly interact as friends with mutual interest and, for the most part, compatible personalities; however, sometimes your historical selves, her white self and your black self, or your white self and her black self, arrive with the full force of your American positioning.

You 're too sufficient by yourself...too inside yourself

People always want to move forward even when they are just sitting. They lean forward, look sideways, look backwards and even stand up to see what is ahead of them. Realizing they are actually facing a mirror in front of them.

It grows inside you, poisonous and festering, and it tells you its name is Pride, but it's a liar. Its name is Hate.

When you re-read a classic you do not see in the book more than you did before. You see more in you than there was before.

A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke and that the joke is oneself.

Men must know their limitations.

You always want to quit while you are ahead. You don't want to be like a fighter who stays too long in the ring until you're not performing at your best.

A man's got to know his limitations.

Take your work seriously, but don't take yourself seriously

What you think about me says more about you than it does about me.

The problem, as far as I can tell, is that women spend infinitely more time than men paying attention to, competing with, worrying about, everyone other than themselves.

Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.

We are all our own graveyards, I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every day is a celebration, a Day of the Dead, in which we give thanks for the lives that we lived, and if we are neurotic we brood and mourn and wish that the past was still present.