Quotes About Self-awareness

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

He showed me his scars. And in return he let me pretend that I had none.

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios defectos.

?ki çocu?u vard?. ?kisini de aç?kça görememi?ti. Ama belki de hiçbir anne baba evlad?n? gerçekten göremez. Bakt???m?zda sadece kendi hatalar?m?z?n bir yans?mas?n? görüyoruz.

You are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it.

For me, the Greek gods reflect what happens to humans when we see only ourselves and our own needs.

Perhaps most remarkable was his unself-consciousness

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

I had a little pride, as I have said, and that was good. More would have been fatal.

Comment avions-nous pu nous croire adultes?

no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

No, she had no belief--none. She was completely alone with herself. The world was empty for her, but she didn't know it.

I laugh at myself. I don't take myself completely seriously. I think that's another quality that people have to hold on to... you have to laugh, especially at yourself.

I'm Tough, I'm Ambitious, and I Know exactly what I Want. If that makes me a B.I.T.C.H., okay.

Keep a diary and one day it'll keep you.

Stop thinking like Alice in Wonderland, Celia told herself sternly. You're a grown-up, it's no use shutting your eyes, wishing things would happen

Want wisdom? Laugh at yourself.

Most people are only doing the best that they know how to do.Blaming and holding grudges only brings more pain.

a man who thinks he is a king is mad, a king who thinks he is a king is no less so.

And certainly there are many speakers whom I'd like to see do more trembling, more unknowing, more apologizing.

psychoanalysis gets interesting when it shifts the focus from making us more intelligible to ourselves to helping us become more curious about how strange we really are. And so, I would argue, does art.

92. Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

I will always aspire to contain my shit as best I can, but I am no longer interested in hiding my dependencies in an effort to appear superior to those who are more visibly undone or aching.

You know so much about people from the second they open their mouths. Right away you might know that you might want to keep them out. That's part of the horror of speaking, of writing. There is nowhere to hide. When you try to hide, the spectacle can grow grotesque.