Quotes About Self-awareness

Deze bladzijden, waarop ik dingen noteer die slechts helder voor me zijn terwijl ik ze schrijf, heb ik juist herlezen en nu vraag ik mij af: wat is dit en waar dient dit voor? Wie ben ik wanneer ik voel? Wat sterft in mij wanneer ik ben? Zoals iemand die van grote hoogte het leven in een dal tracht te zien, zo beschouw ik mijzelf vanaf een bergtop en ben daarbij een onduidelijk rommelig landschap.

It's the fact that in all this — sky, earth, world — there is never anything but myself!

Todos lo días descubro La espantosa realidad de las cosas: Cada cosa es lo que es. Qué difícil es decir esto y decir Cuánto me alegra y cómo me basta. Para ser completo existir es suficiente.

Thinking is still a form of acting. Only in sheer reverie, where nothing active intervenes and even our self-awareness gets stuck in the mud – only there, in this warm and damp state of non-being, can total renunciation of action be achieved. To stop trying to understand, to stop analysing… To see ourselves as we see nature, to view our impressions as we view a field – that is true wisdom.

And there are many whose dullness and sameness of life is not what they wanted for their life, nor the result of not having wanted any life, but just a dulling of their own self-awareness, a spontaneous irony of the intellect.

BildiÄŸimiz her ÅŸeyin ucu sahip olduÄŸumuz duygulardan birine, bizi biz yapan ÅŸeyler ise kendi varl???m?za yabanc? bir duyuma ç?kar - buysa, bizim hem oyuncusu, hem etkin izleyicisi, hatta belediye meclisinin özel izniyle tanr?lar? olduÄŸumuz bir melodramd?r.

To observe oneself as one observes nature; to gaze on one's impressions as one would on a field — that is true wisdom.

I'm two, and both keep their distance – Siamese twins that aren't attached.

En mi todos los afectos se muestran en la superficie, pero con sinceridad. Siempre he sido actor, y en serio. Siempre que he amado, he fingido que he amado, y lo finjo para mí mismo.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I shall answer that I'm not.

Sunt în dezacord cu mine,dar m? iert Fiindc? nici nu m? accept cu toat? seriozitatea.

I watch myself. I am a witness to myself. My feelings parade past some unrecognizable gaze of mine like things external. Everything about me bores me. Everything, right down to its mysterious roots, has taken on the color of my tedium.

Tudo que se passa no onde vivemos é em nós que se passa. Tudo que cessa no que vemos é em nós que cessa.

Drunk on errors, for a few moments I stray away from feeling myself live.

Se que he sido error y extravío, que no he vivido nunca, que solamente he existido porque he matado el tiempo con conciencia y pensamiento.

Tiny concerns as well as large worries distract us from ourselves, hindering the peace of mind we all aspire to, whether we know it or not.

To fight for change is to be incapable of changing oneself. To reform is to be beyond repair.*

I reread? A lie! I don't dare reread. I can't reread. What good would it do me to reread? The person in the writing is someone else. I no longer understand a thing…

The ego itself, the I in each one of us, is perhaps a divine dimension.

Kendimi bildim bileli, kendine verdiÄŸi sözlere sad?k kalmam??, dalgac? bir hayalciyimdir ben. Bir baÅŸkas? olarak, bir yabanc? olarak, olduÄŸumu sand???m ÅŸeyin beklenmedik seyircisi olarak, düÅŸlerimin yata??ndan taÅŸmas?n?n keyfini ç?karmaya bakt?m hep.

We almost always live outside ourselves, and life itself is a continual dispersion. But it's towards ourselves that we tend, as towards a centre around which, like planets, we trace absurd and distant ellipses.

Ah, é a saudade do outro que eu poderia ter sido que me dispersa e sobressalta!

Condillac begins his famous book with the words: "However high we climb and however low we fall we never escape our own feelings.

Oggi, all'improvviso, sono giunto a una sensazione assurda e giusta. Mi sono reso conto, in un lampo, che non sono nessuno. Nessuno, assolutamente nessuno.