Quotes About Self-awareness

You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. It's the saddest thing I know.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage - 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 one piece at a time.

I lean into the mirror. Eyes after eyes after eyes stare back at me. Am I in there somewhere? A thousand eyes blink.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside — walking through their days with no idea who they are.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack, or cancer, or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job.

Mr Freeman: [...] When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside - walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside -- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.

I get out of bed and take down the mirror. I put it in the back of my closet, facing the wall. OUR

You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. It's the saddest thing I know.

I try not to dwell on this.

I nostri genitori ci danno la lista degli ingredienti e ci ricordano di fare scelte sane: uno sport, due club, un hobby artistico, impegno sociale, niente voti sotto l'8, perché sul serio, nessuno vuol essere mediocre, non da queste parti. E' una danza dai passi complicati e con un ritmo che cambio di continuo. Io sono la ragazza che inciampa in mezzo alla pista da ballo e che non riesce a trovare l'uscita. Ho tutti gli occhi puntati addosso.

I could only fix myself

Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you.

Be honest with yourself; set the alarm for the time the Real You will get up, not the Ambitious You, because the Ambitious You doesn't really exist.

I totally deserved this, I realized. I deserved to get captured in this shirt. I was roped in like a calf. Stupid. So stupid. Just because it was on sale, I had to try on a baby shirt. This was so completely my fault. Maybe I should go to Baby Gap tomorrow and try to get into some Onesies or a romper. What was I thinking? Really?

Do you know that I saw a picture of myself and genuinely thought that someone had eaten a powdered doughnut over my head?

I realized that you don't try on a pair of pants, fart in them, and then put them back on the shelf, and the same rough politeness applied here, too. Plain and simple, I bled on it, I bought it.

There are two things people in their twenties do better than anyone else: get drunk and fall down and experience unplanned pregnancies. That, Greta, is your specialty. That is your area of expertise, dear girl, not calling other women out for failing to be tablecloth woke.

Interesting, is it not?" I must be better, I thought: his gnomic utterings were irritating me again.

I went into the bathroom and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror over the sink. All my years looked back at me, and I could feel their weight, pressing down on my shoulders. I ran the shower hot and stood under it for a long time...

For my own part, I'd never live with anyone, male of female. I have trouble enough living with myself.

To become desireless, to not want anything external to ourselves, means we rest in ourselves, whole, joyous and happy. In this state, our true nature is constant love, unending love, giving love.

Most people lie and let life play upon them like the tepid discharges of a douche-bag.