Quotes About Self-awareness

I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

I give good advice. I do not always take it.

I talk to myself every once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it. I

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

No one had said anything, or even lifted an eyebrow at me; sometimes it's just the inside of your own head that is the problem.

That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.

The second you stop questioning yourself is the second that you become the monster.

Bad wiring, maybe, but there comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days.

The world was what it was. And no amount of anger, or hatred, or self-loathing, or stubborn blindness would change it.

Merry didn't make you a whining bitch, Talan; you were always that.

But one thing I'd learned in therapy was that just because a feeling made no sense didn't make you stop feeling it.

I'm a dog in the manger. I can't have him myself but I don't want anyone else to have him either. Wow. The more I learn about myself, the more selfish I turn out to be.

Nothing like pointing out mistakes someone else is making to help you ignore your own.

I'm not sure intentions make much difference in the end. I hear the road to hell is paved with them. She meant it frivolously, but Olivia answered seriously, Yes, but one does have to live with one's self. Not necessarily...There are any number of ways to avoid living with one's self. Gin, for example. Yes, but you're still there at the base of it aren't you. Only with a terrible head in the morning.

It's a virtue to know one's own heart and mind. It saves a lot of bother and a great deal of unhappiness.

It's none of your business what I'm aware of.

What were his views in this, and in every other action of his life,—or rather what were the opinions which floated in the brains of other people concerning it, was a thought which too much floated in his own, and too often broke in upon his rest, when he should have been sound asleep.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.

I'm the girl who trips on the dance floor and can't find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die on piece at a time.

There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.