Quotes About Self-awareness

The determination that is his biggest strength . . . is also at times his fatal flaw. Like an unthinking machine, he'll just keep shoving, not realizing a step back, a one-night pause, could let some obstacle move out of the way and smooth his path.

Sometimes it is more important to discover what one cannot do, than what one can do.

I believe I shall never be old enough to speak without embarrassment when I have nothing to talk about.

Anger's not a good emotion.

It's a useful exercise to forbid yourself the use of keynote words such as 'fury' or 'jealous' when dramatizing an emotional condition.

One of the most important things to learn in life and love is that I can be responsible only for what I can control. While I can't control my husband (or anyone else), I can control me.

When does a woman become an adult? Perhaps it's when she stops comparing her life to other women's.

By facing your own hypocrisy, you begin to grow beyond it (while recognizing that you can never get full command of your hypocrisy because you can never get full command of your egocentricity). When you recognize it in others (especially those of status), they are less able to manipulate you.

Stay strong. Know you are not the first woman to be duped by a man. You won't be the last. But from now on, you'll be a lot wiser in your choices.

I am not obsessive about anything except my health.

Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren't made by a stranger.

A native friend of mine writes: It can be hard to tell true Guidance from your own ego in disguise. True Guidance is subtle and can be overshadowed by our own wishful thinking. So Guidance is most trustworthy when what it tells you is something you don't want to do, or at least something you would never have thought of yourself. Guidance is most questionable when it matches what you do want to do.

Instead, women must conceive of themselves as potentially, if not actually, equal subjects, and must be willing to look the facts of their situation full in the face, without self-pity, or cop-outs; at the same time they must view their situation with that high degree of emotional and intellectual commitment necessary to create a world in which equal achievement will be not only made possible but actively encouraged by social institutions.

I think that if we just listen to ourselves we know what it is we have to do . . . . And I have come o think that however much it hurts, however hard it is, we have to listen. We have to live our lives.

The healing for women is not to be found in the quicksand of blame. The attitude of blame might lock us forever into the roles of passive prisoners, victims who have not assumed responsibility for our own lives.

Your true value doesn't come from the wonderful things you do, the children you raise, or the business you run. You are valuable because you exist.

When you're living through an experience, it's hard to imagine yourself outside it. But when you revisit it in a Write, you see yourself in a fuller context, which gives you information you didn't have before

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.

A lot of people say they want to get out of pain, and I'm sure that's true, but they aren't willing to make healing a high priority. They aren't willing to look inside to see the source of their pain in order to deal with it.

Having multiple personalities is the only way I can justify talking to myself.

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.

When i look into your eyes There's nothing there to see Nothing but my own mistakes Staring back at me Asking whyyyy?!?!

Occasionally, for a fleeting, horrified moment, she caught a glimpse of herself. The shrill note in her voice. The stupid words. It was as if there were something heavy weighing on her tongue that had to be removed immediately—that expression, It's time I took matters in hand, uttered in such a phony way—and out of her mouth she plucked a big, shiny bug. And then another. And one more. Her mouth full of big, shiny bugs.

I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.