Quotes About Self-awareness

Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me? It had seemed like a really genuine, friendly whistle too. It was a little humiliating just how much time she'd devoted to analyzing that whistle.

Did one act define who you were forever?

Eso es: soy un albaricoque reseco, doctor Hodges. No un albaricoque tierno, suave y sabroso, sino un albaricoque mustio, duro e insípido, que te parte un diente cuando le das un bocado.

Perhaps we all need a good thump on the head from time to time?

I was stunned. I'm not sure why. I think I just never expected him to be importante enough to make any significant changes in his life, but of course, he doesn't know that he's only a minor character in my life. He's the star of his own life, and I'm the minor character. and fair enough too.

staring at herself in speckled mirrors with a dizzy feeling of dissociation as she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

Don't let your heart be a casualty of your head." She wanted Masha to understand that her state of mind was just as important as the state of her body.

had begun to occur to her that she wasn't trapped because of Logan; she'd been trapped in her own Indira self, like everyone was trapped in their own selves.

never got drunk like that again. I'm too much of a control freak to have other people falling about laughing while they describe my own actions to me.

Her focus had always been on how his actions affected her feelings, as if his role was to do things for her, to her, and all that mattered was her emotional response to him, as if a "man" were a product or a service, and she'd finally chosen the right brand to get the right response.

one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me?

looked back tenderly and condescendingly at herself a year ago: all that unnecessary drama! There was enough love to go around for everyone.

Besides which, she was feeling much better–and she didn't have postnatal depression–she'd always been a grumpy, bitchy type of person. That was just her.

She'd always known she was a bit unnatural. Now it was proven. Her emotional responses were somehow never quite right. When she met Callum she thought he'd saved her, but obviously it was only temporary.

You do not need a recipe plan," said Masha. "You are intelligent woman. You know what to do to lose weight, if that's what you want. You are not especially fat. You are not especially thin. You want to be thinner. That is your choice. I find this not so interesting.

She reminds herself that everyone has thoughts they wouldn't care to share with the world.

avail. I choose my mood, she told herself as she stood in the kitchen, tossing back evening primrose capsules like Valium.

Sometimes when talking to somebody she was suddenly revolted by herself, aware of how eagerly she was leaning forward, chin jutting, mimicking the other person's gestures, moving with them, nodding and smiling, gently nudging their conversation along with a constant stream of appreciative chuckles, soothing 'hmmms' and surprised exclamations. 'Really!' 'Did he?' 'You're kidding!' Love me, love me!

There was a certain age, Cecilia had noticed, before people stooped or trembled, but where they didn't seem to trust their bodies in quite the same way as they once had.

I couldn't act like a normal person again when she now knows me as a crazy person, because that would imply I have a choice. That I can choose to be crazy or normal. And if I have a choice, then that would imply that I'm not really crazy at all, and I should just stop it and get on with my life.

It seemed to her that everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners. It was easier to pretend there was nothing more to know, to fall into an easygoing companionship.

Yeah, I'm so crazy. Although probably that was evidence of her lack of craziness. Truly crazy people were too busy being crazy to think about it.

Frances made a tremendous effort not to comment on his height, as she knew from her six-foot friend Jen that tall people were well aware they were tall.

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.