Quotes About Self-awareness

It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.

i was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself

God, am I like the rest after all?—So he used to think starting awake at night—Am I like the rest?

He wondered idly whether she was a poor conversationalist because she got no attention or got no attention because she was a poor conversationalist.

Beware of losing yourself in the personality of another being, man or woman.

calmness wasn't an end in itself

I've got a streak of what you'd call cheapness. I don't know where I get it but it's—oh, things like this and bright colors and gaudy vulgarity. I seem to belong here. These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyze me and tell me I'm this because of this or that because of that.

It was consoling, though, when Nicole remarked, apropos of a distraught saleswoman: Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do - they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

Tengo treinta años -dije-. He rebasado en cinco años la edad de mentirme a mí mismo y llamarle a eso honor.

Az ember vagy megért mindent, vagy mindent magától értetÅ'dÅ'nek vesz.

Tell me. I'll believe it. I always believe anything anyone tells about myself – don't you?

Çok genç ve toy günlerimde babam?n verdiÄŸi bir öÄŸüt akl?mdan hiç ç?kmad?. "?çinden ne zaman birini eleÅŸtirmek gelse," demiÅŸti, " bu dünyada herkesin senin sahip olduÄŸun üstünlüklerle doÄŸmad???n? an?msa, yeter.

He was enough older than Nicole to take pleasure in her youthful vanities and delights, the way she paused fractionally in front of the hall mirror on leaving the restaurant, so that the incorruptible quicksilver could give her back to herself.

No, I'm thinking about myself - my black old inside self, the real one, with the fundamental honesty that keeps me from being absolutely wicked by making me realize my own sins.

No one cares about us but ourselves, Anthony," she said one day. "It'd be ridiculous for me to go about pretending I felt any obligations toward the world, and as for worrying what people think about me, I simply don't, that's all.

But all I know – the tremendous importance of myself to me, and the necessity of acknowledging that importance to myself – these things the wise and lovely Gloria was born knowing, these things and the painful futility of trying to know anything else.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart. Already

Dresses well. Pretends that dress is superficial—but knows that it isn't. 3.

Cada persona se cree dueña de al menos una de las virtudes cardinales, y ésta era la mía: soy una de las pocas personas honestas que conozco.

Chacun se flatte de posséder en propre l'une au moins des vertus cardinales. Voici la mienne: je suis l'un des très rares hommes foncièrement honnêtes que je connaisse.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride." "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor." She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Cada persona sospecha que cuenta por lo menos con una de las virtudes cardinales, y ésta es la mía: soy una de las pocas personas honestas que he conocido.

It was themselves he gave back to them, blurred by the compromises of how many years.

It was good to be hard, then; all nice people were hard on themselves.