Quotes About Self-awareness

But, Marcie had reminded herself, I don't know the weight of anyone else's burdens—only my own. She didn't judge. She didn't feel smart or strong enough to judge.

Stop judging how everyone else treats their faith and study your own," George had counseled.

Isn't he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?

He still had on last night's trousers. Not a good sign. However, she had not killed him in his sleep—and that was a good sign. She was probably saving his execution for later, when he could feel it. He stood up straight in front of the mirror. He stuck out his hairy chest. He flexed, popping out tattooed biceps. I am a marine, he said to himself. She is five foot three. He sagged visibly. Who am I kidding? was his next thought. He

To find yourself, think for yourself. —Socrates

She reached her fingertips up to the hair at his temples. "You're showing a little gray here. Not much, but a little. I suppose I did that to you." "Probably. But I'm very tough—I can take it." "Oh,

I can count

It's a tough moment when you have to confront the level of your own complacency. I

Paul accused me of remaining an addict even after I stopped drinking. I don't think he understood that's exactly how it works. I am my demons, and my demons are me. Some days I do all the talking and some days my monster does all the drinking, but every day it's all me.

In this day and age of racial tension, gender fluidity, and political polarization, how do you most define yourself?

It's a tough moment when you have to confront the level of your own complacency.

I am my demons, and my demons are me.

can you imagine paying for a place for your split personality? Makes you wonder how much she really knew about herself.

How many men do y'all reckon there are in the world? What—three, maybe four billion, and of all of those potential mates, he's the bastard I picked to have kids with. I should have my head examined.

I know as well as you do that only the individual has the key to change themselves. It's buried deep inside each and every one of us and although someone else can help us to find the key, we're the only ones who can use it.

I remember being twenty-one and thinking that my personality was a solid thing, that me was set in stone, that I would always feel what I felt and believe what I believed. But now I know that me is fluid and shape-changing.

People make mistakes; they do the wrong things. Sometimes they're annoying. Sometimes they're awful. (That's true for me, too, by the way.) So how do you know when it's time to give up? And do you know when to hang in there? I guess you don't really. You just make your choices and hope for the best.

You know, sweetheart, I know I'm fucked up. But if you think the guy trying to protect you instead of walk all over you is the one trying to run your life, you're just as fucked up as I am.

I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.

I already know when I'm being bad, and I don't need to be nagged by my underwear.

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one and the same. For my entire life I longed for love. I knew it was not right for me - as a girl and later as a woman - to want or expect it, but I did, and this unjustified desire has been at the root of every problem I have experienced in my life.

You are not being punished for your anger. You're being punished by your anger.

That I had been shallow, stubborn, and selfish did not alter the gravity and stupidity of what I had done. I had made the greatest mistake for a woman literate in nu shu: I had not considered texture, context, and shades of meaning.

all mistakes are my own