Quotes About Self-awareness

Tu mente se creerá las mentiras piadosas pero conoce también las verdades que duelen y que hacen que esas mentiras sean necesarias. Y tu mente te castigará por creer ambas cosas.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. "But how do you fight it?" Conor asked, his voice rough. "How do you fight all the different stuff inside?" By speaking the truth,

Do you know what vengence is, Tim? It is a dark mirror in which we cannot see ourselves.

The best lies about me are the ones I told.

I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it's a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce, then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it's a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn't know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.".

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.

If there's one thing I'm well versed in it's my own good qualities.

Deberías de sentir lástima por él, hijo. Mañana nos iremos, pero él tendrá que convivir consigo mismo hasta el día de su muerte.

I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half (of my mind) where I'd hidden it only to find out I hadn't hidden it at all. I'd merely been waiting to see how ling I'd look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused at yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling to say the least.

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Soy Ruh hasta la médula, y cuando ha terminado la escena, sé salir del escenario.

everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

La pereza es una de mis principales virtudes" - Kvothe

Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

a lettuce that thinks it is a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it was a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

Alors, tu as trouvé ? a-t-elle demandé. - Quoi donc ? - Mais, ce que je fais là ! a-t-elle expliqué avec un gentil sourire. Je me suis posé cette question toute ma vie. Je m'étais dit que tu en avais peut-être une idée...

That's basic psychology. You dress a beggar in fine clothes, people treat him like a noble, and he lives up to their expectations." "That's only the smallest piece of it," Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's…" Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass.

By contrast, what did I have to offer? Nothing really. Less now. I was more like a curious stone that is picked up, carried a while, and finally dropped again with the realization that for all its interesting look, it is nothing more than hardened earth.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

Y sí, sabía que ella no tenía razón. Sabía que todo estaba escorado. Sabía que su cabeza estaba desbaratada. Sabía que no era auténtica por dentro. Lo sabía.