Quotes About Self-awareness

Let's make sure our ideas of success are our own, that we are truly the authors of our own ambitions.

Un paradox al c?rÈ›ilor scrise de alÈ›i oameni este c? ele ne spun adesea mai multe despre propria noastr? via?? decât am fost în stare s? înÈ›elegem singuri.

As David lifted a suitcase onto the conveyor belt, he came to an unexpected and troubling realisation: that he was bringing himself with him on his holiday. Whatever the qualities of the Dimitra Residence, they were going to be critically undermined by the fact that he would be in the villa as well.

One of the privileges of being on our own is therefore the sincere impression that we are really quite easy to live with

Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and our weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place? Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone to believe in--but how can we believe in the beloved now that they believe in us?

We are idiots now, we have been idiots in the past and we will be idiots again in the future - and that is OK.

A man can acquire anything in solitude except a character

In light of all he understands about himself and the course of love, he can see that the kindest thing he can do to someone he truly likes is to get out of the way fast.

If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn't begun.

Maturity begins with the capacity to sense and, in good time and without defensiveness, admit to our own craziness. If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn't begun.

ReacÈ›ia celorlalÈ›i la purtarea noastr? este comparabil? cu o oglind? pentru c? ne întoarce o imagine a noastr? pe care singuri nu suntem în stare s? o vedem. De asta ceilalÈ›i sunt indispensabili, ca s? ne dea ceva ce nu putem înÈ›elege singuri, imaginea propriului caracter. Cine sunt eu f?r? ca ceilalÈ›i s? îmi dea un indiciu?

1828 Turns forty. 'After his fortieth year,' he consoles himself, 'any man of merit Ã¢â'¬Â¦ will hardly be free from a certain touch of misanthropy.

Though it is a sign of some maturity to know how to love and live alongside someone, it may be a sign of even greater maturity to recognise that this is something one isn't in the end psychologically really capable of – as a good portion of us simply aren't. Retiring oneself voluntarily, in order to save others (and oneself) from the consequences of one's inner emotional turmoil may be the true sign of a great and kindly soul.

Ai không c?m th?y h? th?n khi nhìn l?i b?n thân n?m ngoái thì có l? ng??i Ä'ó Ä'ã h?c không ??.

There is an easy way to measure our inner levels of abjectness and friendliness to ourselves: we should examine how well we response to noise.

A momentous but until then overlooked fact was making its first appearance: that I had inadvertently brought myself with me to the island.

What we complain of in others, others will complain of in us.

The best cure for one's bad tendencies is to see them fully developed in someone else.

In moments of lucidity, we should be able to see for ourselves that untrammeled liberty can paradoxically trap us

If we accord importance to the kind of portraits which surround us, it is because we fashion our lives according to their example, accepting aspects of ourselves if they concur with what others mention of themselves.

What we see evidence for in others, we will attend to within, what others are silent about, we may stay blind to or experience only in shame.

Albert Camus suggested that we fall in love with people because, from the outside, they look so whole, physically whole and emotionally "together," when subjectively we feel dispersed and confused. We would not love if there were no lack within us, but we are offended by the discovery of a similar lack in the other. Expecting to find the answer, we find only the duplicate of our own problem.

We could define maturity as the ability to give everyone what they deserve when they deserve it, to separate the emotions that belong to, and should be restricted to, oneself from those that should at once be expressed to their initiators, rather than passed on to later and more innocent arrivals. We were often not mature.

When I consider … the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me ['l'infinie immensité des espaces que j'ignore et qui m'ignorent'], I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who put me here? Pascal, Pensées