Quotes About Self-awareness

Obviously, I had talked too much, recounted too long a list. By that gauge, the years since puberty were peaks and valleys and stretches of incoherent landscape.

Get over yourself - You're not the only pebble on the beach.' 'Understand that life itself (and emotions) are impermanent.

I hate it when the voice inside my head chews me out.

Sagittarians rarely talk about their feelings—they talk about what they think about their feelings.

Watch: (1) You do something nasty to me. (2) I hate you. (3) You find it uncomfortable to be hated. (4) You think how nice it would be if I didn't hate you. (5) You decide I ought not to hate you because hate is bad. (6) Good people don't hate. (7) Because I hate you I am a bad person. (8) It is not what you did to me that makes me hate you, it is my own bad nature. I—not you—am the cause of my hating you.

You're stuck with yourself, so you might as well try and be someone you can stand to live with.

I feel at the moment I can't complete, that I've become smug and pissy and I Haven't a sense of Humor.

If Satan can't make me fall away from God's grace, he will do everything he can to keep me from fully embracing God's grace. Satan wants me—and he wants you!—to be so constantly preoccupied with what we're not that we never get around to realizing all that God is.

Perhaps the mirror in Sally's dressing room had waved the wrong way and caused her to look larger than she actually was. And perhaps all that skipping had jumbled her brain and affected her ability to separate reality from wishful thinking.

Mas, ou muito me engano, ou acabo de escrever um capítulo inútil.

Escapei ao agregado, escapei a minha mãe não indo ao quarto dela, mas não escapei a mim mesmo. Corri ao meu quarto, e entrei atrás de mim. Eu falava-me, eu perseguia-me, eu atirava-me à cama, e rolava comigo, e chorava, e abafava os soluços com a ponta do lençol.

I'm not myself, she offered, guiltily. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Peter loves to make promises. He has the best intentions of keeping them. It makes it worse, somehow, that he doesn't know how to. He thinks he's a nice boy, that's the worst part.

As you may have guessed already, Peter had a soul that was always telling itself lies. When he was frightened, his soul told itself, I'm not frightened. And when something mattered that he couldn't control, Peter's soul told itself, it doesn't matter. So while I trained my ears and tired to listen hard to him, I couldn't always make out where he was, or what he felt. And so each time he let Wendy come a little closer, I didn't see what it meant, or how it would end.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

There is a place in you that you don't even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were?

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.

What's the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you're faking.