Quotes About Self-awareness

Admitting you had a problem was the first step - everyone knew that - but admitting you had a problem also left you open to the possibility that maybe you couldn't fix it

Just a regular gal, Jo thought, and smiled, thinking, If you only knew.

Have you ever considered that there might be something wrong with your brain? Oh, I think there might be something wrong with everyone else's.

you can't control what they do, but you can control how you respond to it … whether you allow it to drive you crazy, or occupy all of your thoughts, or whether you note what they're doing, consider it, and make a conscious decision as to how much you'll let it affect you.

I knew that it was no fault of ours. We weren't to blame, I thought to myself. I could let it go; I could set the burden down, I could be free. Except, of course, that knowing something in your head is different than feeling it in your heart.

wondering how you could let your own body get away from you, like it was a car speeding away out of control. Now she understood. You stopped weighing yourself, stopped restricting yourself to small meals and salads, stopped picking French fries off of your friend's plate and started ordering your own... and imagine herself as pure emotion, not a body at all.

The problem was, he'd never told me what he wanted, which meant I never got to think about whether it was what I wanted, too.

instead of cash. It took me the better part of another week to register

You are a victim of the rules you live by.

You confuse me with something that is in you. I will not predict how you want to use me.

Protect me from what I want.

Knowing yourself lets you understand others.

YOU SHOULD LIMIT THE NUMBER OF TIMES YOU ACT AGAINST YOUR NATURE, LIKE SLEEPING WITH PEOPLE YOU HATE. IT¹S INTERESTING TO TEST YOUR CAPABILITIES FOR A WHILE BUT TOO MUCH WILL CAUSE DAMAGE.

With all the holes in you already there's no reason to define the outside environment as alien.

Of what are you thinking now? she asked. I am thinking of myself. That's just what I am doing. Are you also thinking of yourself? No, of yourself—of you, Mogens.

We learned that we are the stories we tell ourselves, and so we have to tell those stories with great care. Because whatever stories we tell ourselves, are true.

Sorry, she said. I have a psychological disorder that prevents me from keeping thoughts inside my head where they belong.

1lb beefstak, with 1pt bitter beer every 6 hours. 1 ten-mile walk every morning. 1 bed at 11 sharp every night. And don't stuff your head with things you don't understand.

I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.

But we are so blind to our own shortcomings, so wide awake to those of others. Everything that happens to us is always the other person's fault.

No man alive has more sound commonsense than I have, if only I were capable of listening to myself. Do

In my youth, the question chiefly important to me was—What sort of man shall I decide to be? At nineteen one asks oneself this question; at thirty-nine we say, "I wish Fate hadn't made me this sort of man.

Students would have no need to "walk the hospitals," if they had me.  I was a hospital in myself.  All they need do would be to walk round me, and, after that, take their diploma. Then

I'm not Beethoven!