Quotes About Self-awareness

But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day, making the best choices we can. The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.

You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.

I am no murderer," says Cardan, surprising me. I would not have thought that was something to be proud of.

I hate being a fool. I hate the idea of my emotions getting the better of me, making me weak. But my fear of being a fool turned me into one.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

Wisdom is for the meek," he returns. "And it seldom helps them as much as they believe it will. After all, as wise as you are, you still married Locke. Of course, perhaps you are wiser than even that—perhaps you're so wise you made yourself a widow, too.

A small smile turns up a corner of my mouth. I feel the sharpness of my teeth and roll my tongue over them. For the first time, I like the feeling.

Cassel, she said, you want to know how to be the most charming guy anyone's ever met? Remind them of their favorite person. Everyone's favorite person is their own damn self.

No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.

they seemed like talismans that might actually keep the monsters at bay. Until she realized that she was one of the monsters.

nothing I could do to you will be as terrible as what you'll do to yourself.

Perhaps I am foolish, but I am not a fool.

They see themselves in you and are blinded.

Eu não quero ser um monstro, mas talvez seja tarde demais para ser outra coisa.

He knew what he was, what depths of depravity and cruelty he had plumbed, what ambitions drove him. He prided himself on knowing those things—but that didn't mean he needed anyone else to see them as well.

And I'm not afraid of your trying to figure out what it means to be your whole self

Why am i the way i am?" His tone makes it clear he's proposing something i might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. "There are no real answers,Jude.Why was i cruel to Folk? Why was i awful to you? Because I could be. Because I like it. Because, fot a moment, when i was at my worst, i felt powerful, and most of the time, i felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.

It turns out I am far from done with making mistakes.

She'd been afraid of herself. Somebody needed to keep her in check, and so that person became Charlie herself. Making sure she got knocked down every time things were going well, picking the wrong people to love, getting fired from jobs, screwing up. Charlie had been walking away from herself her whole life.

Her mind would careen along one path and then another, making imaginary moves and countermoves, a chess game played against herself to no purpose except indulging her anxiety. A snake eating its own tail and then choking on it.

I have often wondered if my past is the reason I am the way I am, if it has made me monstrous. If so, will I make a monster out of him?

I always supposed I would be delicious,' I hear him say.

A menudo me he preguntado si mi pasado es la razón por la que soy como soy, si eso me ha convertido en un monstruo.

Kaye wondered if everyone felt like there was a monster underneath their skin. It was obvious that the relief wasn't the largest part of what he felt. It was obvious that he was in pain, that he'd been crying. And yet it was what he was dwelling on, an imperfect mourning.