Quotes About Self-awareness

Looks like a cartoon of himself.

Jane did not like Phyllis. Sometimes Jane thought drearily that there must be something the matter with her when there were so many people she didn't like.

É fácil demais ser mau sem se dar conta disso, não é?

Where is my conscience, Anne? I want to know. Is it in my stomach?

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting. One June evening, when

Att veta mer än som är nödvändigt, det är dårskap... tvivlar vi mer än som är nödvändigt så rycks maskerna av - och våra ansikten lyser spöklika och slappa i festskenet... vi får leta bland maskerna för att se vilka vi var - och gitter inte leta.

we are motivated to meet our needs for significance and security in ways we unconsciously believe will work.

Nobody moves toward real Christlikeness without humility. Humility is not a bad self-image or a nonassertive personality. Humility is an eager willingness to see where you are wrong in order to experience the power of God that has already made you fit for His presence.

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

You have to remember that I've been lonely for a long time. Loneliness is like ice. After you've been lonely long enough you don't realize you're cold, but you are... I don't know, maybe at the center of me there's some ice that never will melt, maybe it's just been there too long. But you mustn't worry. You didn't put it there.

I sometimes think the sexual organs were put there to keep the human race humble, she said. They've certainly kept me humble.

He wondered if all men felt such disappointment when thinking of themselves. He didn't know.

Why would you want to keep in practice being wrong?" Call asked. "I'd think it would be something you'd try to avoid." "You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it," Augustus said. "If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day—that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.

Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was permanent, the canyon deep. He could not get across it, back to himself. His last moments as himself had been spent casually—making a campfire, drinking coffee, saddling a horse.

Her own folly amused her: she had once thought of herself as smart—but look at where she was.

The reason I'm so crazy is because nobody cares anything about me. I don't guess there's anybody I care much about, either. It's my own fault, though - I haven't had the guts to try and do anything about it.

Don't be reviling yourself. None of us is such fine judges of what to do.

You don't get the pint, Woodrow," Augustus said. "I've walked the earth in my pride all these years. If that's lost, then let the rest be lost with it. There's certain things my vanity won't abide.

Gus knew himself. He knew how he wanted to be, and he had chosen in the critical hour not to accept being less.

said quietly. "It's how much you're worth to yourself. It's what you really can feel that makes you nice.

If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day— that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.

Certainly," Augustus said. "I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.

You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it," Augustus said. "If you only come face-to-face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day—that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Matthew 7:3