Quotes About Self-awareness

Even a moderate and familiar stimulation, like a day at work, can cause an HSP to need quiet by evening.

The point is best made by Aristotle, who supposedly asked, "Would you rather be a happy pig or an unhappy human?" HSPs prefer the good feeling of being very conscious, very human, even if what we are conscious of is not always cause for rejoicing.

Without parental grounding, she lacks the help she requires to process her intense emotional responses or the distorted versions of her idealized self. Stalled on the threshold of selfhood, the psyche of the child becomes increasingly preoccupied with her external self.

She did not realize it herself, but she had so long been accustomed to wanting what she did not have, that to state offhand what she DID want seemed impossible-until she knew what she had.

Todo mi esplendor caía en la ignorancia, en un no querer mirarme

Niña, ya no te contemples más en el espejo!", le ordenaban los mayores cuando era pequeña; pero no podía impedirlo: su propia imagen era la manera de reconocer al mundo.

Ninguém, em si, eleva-se acima de seu tempo. Os sublimes não estão, absolutamente, entre nós - podem estar na Grécia antiga ou entre alguns bárbaros. Muita cegueira advém de se estar tão distante, mas o direito de fechar-se aos próprios sentidos não pode ser negado a ninguém. Seja-lhes concedido isso.

Ich sah verwundert, wie bescheiden, ja wie kümmerlich meine Wißbegier war, verglichen mit der eines solchen Mannes (...)

Abbandonarsi ai propri pensieri per un'ora, ogni giorno, senza scopo: basta questo per rimanere qualcosa che somigli a un uomo

Each man was his own executioner and his own victim.

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. The face was my own.

man carries his fiercest enemy within himself. Hell isn't others. It's ourselves. Hell is the burning fever that makes you feel cold.

You see, Doctor, what people say is true: man carries his fiercest enemy within himself. Hell isn't others. It's ourselves.

When you die and go to heaven our maker is not going to ask, 'why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? why didn't you become the Messiah?' The only question we will be asked in that precious moment is 'why didn't you become you?' Elie Wiesel

You must first study the basic subjects within your own understanding...

When you die and go to heaven our maker is not going to ask, 'why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? why didn't you become the Messiah?' The only question we will be asked in that precious moment is 'why didn't you become you?

All her life, Claire had had a problem figuring out where other people ended and she began. All her life, she'd taken on the world's hurt; she held herself responsible. But why?

What sort of world might it have been if Eve had refused the Serpents offer and had said to him instead, Let me not be like God. Let me be what I was made to be -- let me be a woman?

Education makes you humble, it doesn't make you proud.

Everybody makes mistakes, sometimes even before we get up in the morning. We can't help but make mistakes. The important thing is to keep trying. And to apologize when you need to.

Make time for prayer and reflection; try to understand your value as a man on earth but see, too, your proper place in the scheme of things. It may sound funny to say this, but I have come to see that we are all far more important and less important than we think.

It seems like all the time people are making themselves themselves, but they don't really know it. You can only have true visions when you look behind. A person can slide so fast into being something they never really intended. I wonder if you can truly resurrect your own self.

I've never regretted doing anything in my life as much as I've regretted not doing it. There were a few times when in my heart I knew the right thing to do, but I listened to other people, or I didn't have the guts, or it didn't make sense, or I don't know.… There was some false voice inside posing as logic when it was really just my own fear talking. The times I didn't stay true, didn't stay congruent, I paid the price.