Quotes About Self-awareness

You know what? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. It's this dumb thing I do. I look into things and see more than I'm supposed to.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get me hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.

Just having my own time-out; a bit of self-pity here, a bit of self-loathing there.

And at last Finnikin understood why he had felt so sorrowful and silent these last few days. He knew how to be Finnikin of the Rock to Evanjalin of the Monts. But he had no idea who to be to Queen Isaboe.

She thinks she knows who I am because she thinks who I am is who she tells me I am.

You don't look Italian," I tell him. "Half." "Which half?" He thinks for a moment, and I see a ghost of a smile appear on his face. "The pigheaded side." "I thought you said you were only half Italian?" He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he's regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.

My life isn't as bad as I make out and sometimes I think it's all in my head, but I can't help it.

Que no viera nunca los momentos de mi vida que han estado llenos de negligencia, miedo y repulsión, momentos a los que nunca podré volver, porque sé que me entorpecerán el resto de mi vida si me permito recordarlos un solo instante.

Si cierras los ojos consigues controlar tu propia oscuridad.

But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.

Finally, I asked how you got a boy to like you back. She said, 'Just be yourself,' as though I had any idea who that might be.

He gazed at me. "You've grown up honey." It felt good to hear it. I thought maybe he was right. Then it occurred to me that if I really had grown up I wouldn't want to be told.

Apparently, he was too busy living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Your thoughts are just a diary of your life, you are not your thoughts but the observers of your thoughts. Observe your thoughts and choose your readings carefully »

I used to spend so much time reacting and responding to everyone else that my life had no direction. Other people's lives, problems, and wants set the course for my life. Once I realized it was okay for me to think about and identify what I wanted, remarkable things began to take place in my life.

I used to spend so much time reacting and responding to everyone else that my life had no direction. Other people's lives, problems, and wants set the course for my life. Once I realized it was okay for me to think about and identify what I wanted, remarkable things began to take place in my life.

We rescue people from their responsibilities. We take care of people's responsibilities for them. Later we get mad at them for what we've done. Then we feel used and sorry for ourselves. That is the pattern, the triangle.

Except perhaps to our God, we all have a facade, even to our closest friends; some of us even to ourselves, and to our spouses--our spouses in particular, for that matter. It may not be good that we have it, but I don't believe the state or anyone else has a right to pierce that facade without the individual's consent.