Quotes About Self-awareness

She [dreamily]: I've kissed dozens of men. I suppose I'll kiss dozens more. He [abstractedly]: Yes, I suppose you could--like that. She: Most people like the way I kiss. He [remembering himself]: Good Lord, yes. Kiss me more, Rosalind. She: No-- my curiosity is generally satisfied at one.

I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.

I know myself,' he cried, 'but that is all.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.

Foarte puÈ›ini dintre cei care subliniaz? inutilitatea vieÈ›ii observ? inutilitatea lor înÈ™ile. Probabil cred c?, proclamând inutilitatea vieÈ›ii, reuÈ™esc s?-È™i salveze propia valoare de la ruin? - dar nu reulÈ™esc.

Herkes temel erdemlerden hiç deÄŸilse bir tanesini ta??d???n? düÅŸünür. Bana gelince: ben bugüne dek tan?d???m üç beÅŸ dürüst insandan biriyim.

Iga inimene kipub enda juures nägema vähemasti üht suurt voorust, nii ka mina: ma olen aus inimene, üks vähestest, keda tunnen.

Don't let yourself feel worthless; often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it; at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 P.M. If

I didn't know till 15 that there was anyone in the world but me,and it cost me plenty.

Like I say, it just creeps up on you. One day you're young and the next day your bosoms and your chin drops and you're wearing a rubber girdle. But you don't know you're old.

You may not be the person your mother wants you to be, but you are you. Our job here is to try and separate the wheat from the chaff and figure out who you are and not who your mother thinks you are.

My troubles are not outside me,' said Esther, 'they are inside me. Those are the worst troubles of all.

Maggie didn't realize she was

each of us does what we have to do for our own personal happiness. Because we're the ones who have to live with that happiness. If it's at someone else's expense, we have to live with that, too.

It seems I've stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.

Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

What can I expect from myself? My sensation in all their horrible acuity, and a profound awareness of feeling. A sharp mind that only destroys me, and an unusual capacity for dreaming to keep me entertained. A dead will and a reflection that cradles it, like a living child.

And I have the others in me. Even when I'm far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I'm all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.

It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

For a long time now I haven't existed. I'm utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breath as if I'd done something new, or done it late. I'm beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I don't know if that will make more happy or less. I don't know anything.

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, look at me move.