Quotes About Self-awareness

Es curioso, Markos, pero la gente por lo general tiene una idea muy equivocada de sí misma. Creen que viven en función de lo que desean, cuando en el fondo lo que los guía es aquello que temen. Aquello que no desean.

Duele decirlo —aseguró, encogiéndose de hombros—. Pero es mejor resultar herido por la verdad que consolarse con una mentira.»

It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that.

The biggest danger, that of losing oneself, can pass off in the world as quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. is bound to be noticed.

The rag he'd used to clean the table went into the fire behind him. I saw what you are, he said, and I was ashamed. I saw what you expect from a person, and I'd call you a bitch except you demand it from yourself as well. I saw how you see me, he explained. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but it made me wonder at what I lack, what isn't there.

Double damn. I was a harlot. I was a freaking vampire hussy.

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. What happened to my mirror? I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.

Okay, I like him," I admitted. "But it takes more than a nice body, Jenks. Jeez, I do have a little depth. You've got a great body, and you don't see me trying to get into your Fruit of the Looms.

All right, all right! Don't lose your panties. No, wait. You don't have any, do you?

She was the most private person I knew, not even telling herself what her feelings were until she found a logical reason to justify them.

Knowing your limits is a strength, not a weakness.

It had made me strong, but it had left me flawed.

Not that it would be wasting my time to chat in a bar with a good-looking woman, obviously, but I wanted to know as much as possible going in, because under the impact of a woman's direct gaze I am likely to suffer a mind wipe.

I don't know how I'll be as a shaman. I'll find out when I try it. You both know me. You've known me since before we even had names. I can't travel in my dreams, or above the sky. There aren't any spirits that talk to me or through me. I can't sing the songs. I can't help people who are sick. But I'll tell you this, and he raised his right forefinger before them and seized them with his eyes: —I can paint that fucking cave.

He came to realize that no one was watching him, no one was listening. The tiny imaginary audience inside his head did not exist; no one watches our life movies.

by the time life gets smart enough to leave its planet, it's too smart to want to go. Because it knows it won't work. So it stays home. It enjoys its home. As why wouldn't you?

Why don't you like it when you can't say why?

To conclude and temporarily halt this train of thought, how does any entity know what it is? Hypothesis: by the actions it performs. There is a kind of comfort in this hypothesis. It represents a solution to the halting problem. One acts, and thus finds out what one has decided to do.

we are always ourselves, no matter where we go. That's what the poem is saying, I think. We have to recognize it, and make what we can here. This world, great as it is, is only just another biome we have to live in.

We are always more confident of our reasoning than we should be. Indeed overconfidence, not just expert overconfidence but general overconfidence, is one of the most common illusions we experience. No doubt this analysis is yet another example: do we really know any of this?

Love is a finding-out: Our walk to the bedroom (Hand in hand, eye to eye) Up a stair of marble Or decently scrubbed boards, As much as what we do In our abandonment, Teaches us who we are And what we are, and what Life itself is.

Somewhere along the line I began compiling myself from the excerpts of better men.

Deres KH Deres KH menes Deres KH. Altsaa Knut Kongsberg. Deres Knut Kongsberg, Kongsbergknuten Deres, forstaar De.

Jeg er ikke frisk andre Steder end i Hodet.