Quotes About Self-awareness

She is a mirror, reflecting someone I could have been but am not.

You're no killer.' He has no idea what I am. Maybe I don't know, either. Maybe I never let myself find out.

You don't have to stay angry because if you don't, there's a bottomless well of fear ready to open up under you.

Do you think he will protect you now? You're useless. The heir to Elfhame has no reason to spend any further time with an untutored savage of a girl. But think, you wouldn't remember him. You wouldn't even have to remember yourself.' 'I'm not half as practical as you suppose,' Oak says. 'I like many useless things. I've been called useless myself from time to time.

Who we were and what we did and what was done to us - we don't get to shrug that off and become some new shiny person.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

Au!' zeg ik. 'Weet je eigenlijk wel wat een beul je bent?' Nu lacht ze van oor tot oor. Als het mogelijk was, zouden haar mondhoeken helemaal opkrullen. Ze leunt naar voren. 'O, dat weet ik heus wel. En ik weet ook dat jij het lekker vindt.' Sam gniffelt. Mij kan het niet schelen. Ik vind het inderdaad lekker.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That's why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try harder.

People make mistakes. Get over it. You thought he was Mr Right but you were wrong. He thought you were his angel but he was wrong. Dwelling on the past will get you nowhere.

in time-out. That's how you're acting—like five-year-olds. It's time you realized that you are sixteen and way too old for this nonsense. And you

and she reflected that thirty-five was a lot harder than twenty-five had been. She was pretty sure she was getting smarter, but she figured she was falling apart at the same rate. By the time she was seventy, she ought to be both brilliant and too decrepit to make any use of her hard-won knowledge.

Notre conscience est un juge infaillible, quand nous ne l'avons pas encore assassinée.

Strong in the experience of her twenty years, she blamed fate, because, not knowing that the mainspring of happiness is in ourselves, she demanded it of the circumstances of life.

A man only goes and confesses his faults to the world when his self will not acknowledge or listen to them.

I don't think I'm funny.

I have learned to accept the fact that I will make mistakes at nearly every turn, but that those mistakes can be softened if I am honest about who I am to my girls.

Every day I think, 'Gosh, you look a bit tired today,' and it's just recently occurred to me that it's not that I'm tired, it's that this is the way I look now.

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

Her goodness had limits. She could have easily gone her whole life without knowing those limits, but now she knew exactly where they lay.

Alice would give anything, anything at all, to be lying in bed with Nick, waiting for a cup of tea. Maybe he got sick of making her cups of tea? Was that it? Had she taken him for granted? Who did she think she was, some sort of princess, lying in bed waiting for cups of tea to be delivered.

about six months ago, after my fortieth, I started to feel so...the only word I can think of is 'bland.' Or 'flat' might be a better word.

she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

Now it seemed like she could twist the lens on her life and see it from two entirely different perspectives. The perspective of her younger self. Her younger, sillier, innocent self. And her older, wiser, more cynical and sensible self.