Quotes About Self-awareness

If I am playing a board game with people close to me and we are happy, I must be sure we don't quarrel before the end of it. I must be sure that at some later time we don't play another board game that is unhappy. I should check now and then to make sure I am not alone too much, or unhappy with other people too often. I should add them up, now and then: what are my happy memories so far?

But at other times, I sit here reading in the afternoon, a myrtle in my buttonhole, and there are such beautiful passages in the book that I think I have become beautiful myself.

it occurs to me that I must not know altogether what I am, either, and that others know certain things about me better than I do, though I think I ought to know all there is to know and I proceed as if I do. Even once I see this, however, I have no choice but to continue to proceed as if I know altogether what I am, though I may also try to guess, from time to time, just what it is that others know that I do not know.

Every human being has, like Socrates, an attendant spirit; and wise are they who obey its signals. If it does not always tell us what to do, it always cautions us what not to do.

When we ran, if we chose to, we ran like flashes of silk. We had the vigor of those freshly born. Relatively speaking. And no, we wouldn't be like this forever. We knew it, on a rational level. But the idea that those garbage-like figures that tottered around the great house were a vision of what lay in store—hell no. Had they had goals once? A simple sense of self-respect? They shamed us. They were a cautionary tale.

Sempre fomos o que os homens disseram que nós éramos. Agora somos nós que vamos dizer o que somos.

People can portray me anyway they want because I don't give a damn. I am what I am. And until those people touch me close enough, they'll never know who I am. If they don't want to see me in this interview or a newspaper article, and say "what's the matter with this guy?" Let'em say it. But don't you analyze me and don't you tell me what I am until you get close enough to understand what I am. Then you can make an analysis of me, but don't you dare do it until then.

Each nature requires its own education. The training which will help the man of undue self-esteem, will hurt the man who has too little. A chief end of life is to grow aright; and no man can grow aright.

A wise, right, and true estimate of one's own powers is necessary to their highest and best use. The general who overestimates his forces leads them to defeat; he who underestimates them does not lead them at all.

Vanity is easily forgiven, for we are all vain, and even as we laugh at the weakness of others we feel that their vanity has touched the responding chord of our own.

Humor is such a wonderful thing, helping you realize what a fool you are but how beautiful that is at the same time.

The thing I call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.

I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.

Simply following the herd is not going to work. In a way that past generations simply didn't have to do, each one of us will need to think about who we are and how we construct our life and how this reflects our identity and values.

Until one day I realized that regret from the past was keeping me from living well in the present. And it was robbing me of a future.

Whining is when you frequently repeat hot links to yourself and others.

I desperately needed to talk to myself, instead of just listening to myself.

Tobin had spent the first twelve years of his life living a lie, and the last two trying to ignore the truth.

So here's the flash: Continuing to live life as a victim of circumstance, forever focusing on what's wrong with everything and everybody, will never, ever, bring the life desired. It will only bring one thing: more of whatever it is we're wanting so desperately to change.

Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about.

Objecting would have only called attention to her own inadequacies, and she was determined not to do that anymore, for if she herself was tired of it, then Kesgrave must be weary to the bone. Furthermore, it served no purpose, because there was nothing he could do to alleviate her insecurities. They lived in a cold little box in the deepest heart of her, and she was the only one capable of rooting it out.

Now, Doc—" "Yes, Shiloh?" She interrupted with exaggerated sweetness, and fluttered her eyelashes. Shiloh grinned. "I dunno, I musta gone crazy there for a minute. I was actually going to try to talk you out of something. But don't worry, I'm okay now.

Tianna gingerly touched her eyes, nose, and lips. She was startlingly beautiful. "Wow," she whispered, and brushed her fingers through her long silky black hair. Not many people ever got to see themselves as a stranger would. There was no prejudice in her vision or modesty imposed from a lifetime of living with her face and body. She could honestly say she was stunning. No wonder the guys were turning their heads, and the girls, too. She was a knockout.

A good woman knows she cannot be all things to all people, and she may, in fact, displease those who think she should just be nice. She is not strident or petty or demanding, but she does live according to conviction. She knows that the Jesus she follows was a revolutionary who never tried to keep everyone happy.