Quotes About Self-awareness

I did not do those things; I only watched, watched myself act, react.

I couldn't stop thinking, my thoughts kept attacking my head; I was my angry thoughts, but I also watched them.

for everything I am is my mind, that never leaves me.

I'm told that I'm Wisdom, but how would I know?

I hear voices in my head continuously, at least one of them sounds like me.

You can only work on yourself. Start there.

A bruxa passa a vir à festa de aniversário junto com as fadas, e nós paramos de negar as nossas partes que, de outra maneira, nos traem continuamente. A nossa tarefa não é negá-las, mas apenas ficar de olho nelas.

I am cold cold trying to slide myself out of my own shade but hour by hour more shade leaks out

severed by light from myself not knowing but almost

Most of the time I liked being in charge of my life, thrived on it, in fact. But occasionally, when I was tired or unhappy. I'd find myself thinking how nice it would be to let someone else run the show, at least for a while.

My activism really is for myself, because I see places in the world where I feel I should be. If there is something really bad, really evil, happening somewhere, then that is where I should be. I need, for myself, to feel that I have stood there. It feels a lot better than just watching it on television.

I'm not convinced that women have the education or the sense of their own history enough or that they understand the cruelty of which men are capable and the delight that many men will take in seeing you choose to chain yourself - then they get to say 'See, you did it yourself.'

I'm for women choosing whatever they want to do but they have to really know what they are doing.

No, I'm the human here. I'm the life at stake. I'm the one with fingernails, who feels pain. Me".

We don't draw loved ones into our lives coincidentally. They're there to shine a light on our unfinished emotional business, to reveal to us our deepest tendencies. And as my life is proving to me even now, those patterns appear time and again, often cleverly disguised. And they'll keep right on showing up until we're willing to truly look at them.

It's hard to pinpoint the precise moment when we internalize others' assessments; it's usually not just a single experience but rather a series of moments that bruise the spirit and lead us to distrust ourselves and those around us. And then we wake up at age seventeen or twenty-five or thirty-seven and realize we don't know the last time we've lived life only to please ourselves

It's hard to pinpoint the precise moment when we internalize others' assessments; it's usually not just a single experience but rather a series of moments that bruise the spirit and lead us to distrust ourselves and those around us. And then we wake up at age seventeen or twenty-five or thirty-seven and realize we don't know the last time we've lived life only to please ourselves.

When you've chosen the right path for yourself, you usually know it immediately. The choice just sits right in your spirit. You're not second-guessing your decision or thinking about turning back. You realize there are challenges ahead, but you're not looking over your shoulder, wishing you'd gone left instead of right at the last fork in the road.

We don't draw loved ones into our lives coincidentally. They're there to shine a light on our unfinished emotional business, to reveal to us our deepest tendencies. And as my life is proving to me even now, those patterns appear time and time again, often cleverly disguised. And they'll keep right on showing up until we're willing to truly look at them.

Who are we really? What are all the various pieces that form us? Which parts of ourselves do we embrace or dismiss, and what does that mean or not mean? Most of us are comfortable with expressing certain aspects of ourselves, while other sides might get left in the shade by default. For me, the latter was apparently happening on an unconscious level.

Transpiro... Me toco. Siento que mis manos ya no son mis manos... Mi piel ya no es mi piel... Me encuentro en un estado rarísimo.. como si rozara la realidad, pero no pudiendo permanecer dentro de ella. Como si mi persona no estuviese allí, en ese lugar.

Now the real beginnings of the 'freedom' which we have discussed for many years--and a heady freedom it is, coming after so many years of reaching outward for it--to finally discover all I had to do was reach inward, and it was there waiting all the time for me

some women turn frogs into princes. But that takes a queen, not a princess — or a shrew. Like most women, you, my dear, turn princes into frogs!

My homosexuality remained at that point purely theoretical, an untested hypothesis. But it was a hypothesise so thorough and so convincing I saw no reason not to share it immediately.