Quotes About Self-awareness

Anger doesn't have to be expressed. It is enough to know that you're angry, and know why, and not lie to yourself about it.

It was 10:45. Across the continent Susan would be putting on her makeup now, and spraying some perfume on herself and making sure her hair was perfect. I looked at my reflection in the window. My hair wasn't perfect. Neither was I.

I wonder why I'm so uneasy naked," she said. "Maybe it's the gimlet-eyed lechery of my gaze," I said. "Probably," she said.

She rearranged her legs again. If she kept doing that, it was possible that I might begin to bugle like a stallion. Which would not be dignified. Beth

If you can't be alone," Jesse said, "you can't be with someone.

And here, all along, she'd thought of herself as being so calm, so cool, so composed.

You make yourself sick.

He winced at the realization, then took a deep breath. This was no time to be self-conscious or self-critical. One had to be prctical. Very practical, very careful, very calm.

That was the most important thing. He had to stop talking to himself. He had to get back that calm feeling agan. He had to face reality. And what was reality?

Nós não somos tão lúcidos quanto fingimos ser.

Talk about not knowing other people—why, when you came right down to it, you didn't even know yourself!

O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

Oh would some power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as others see us.

Oh the gift that God could give us, to see ourselves as others see us.

If any one shall ask in the meantime, who I am that so boldly censure others, have I no faults? Yes, more than thou hast, whatsoever thou art.

Once he told me that the greatest weapon that one can have is controlled anger, and the greatest defect that one can have is uncontrolled anger.

he had never felt left out: it was his choice. To be a witness, to observe, to let the events be recorded within himself on some personal film in some secret compartment no one knew about, except him.

Jon went back inside, and Googled pictures of Jacob Breslyn. He found a tall young man with a thin face, relaxed smile, and high forehead. Geeky, but growing into himself. An everyday, normal civilian. Jon

Primul pas spre iertare este s? recuno?ti c? e?ti furios ?i acesta poate fi cel mai dificil pas. Prima persoan? pe care iertarea o schimb? este chiar persoana care iart?.

Like all wise men, he thought tragically: for we create moral standards in order to measure our own inadequacies.

I've accepted it, Mom. I've accepted who I am. Okay? I'm not a kid who's going to get picked to play kickball, or to be the lead in the school play. I'm not going to be invited to parties or be chosen class valedictorian. I'm not. And I'm okay with that." It sounded convincing, though I wasn't okay with it. It hurt like hell, rejection. And the pain lingered like an open wound that, just as it started healing, was ripped open again.

Si [...] estamos dispuestos a renunciar a la idea de quién creemos ser cada uno, no habrá oposición alguna entre ambos.

I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his keys. And of course there must be something wrong In waiting to silence any song.

I often say that I don't worry about the meaning of life--I can't handle that big stuff. What concerns me is the meaning in life--day by day, hour by hour, while I'm doing whatever it is that I do. What counts is not what I do, but how I think about myself while I'm doing it.