Quotes About Self-awareness

The idea that our unconscious possesses such sure aim excited me. I became more attuned to my own erroneously carried out actions.

But, Jocelyn, if I really were all those things [good, kind, talented, hard working, open to change, and adorable]... ...I would die.' I wasn't sure what I meant by this, but it suddenly struck me as the truth. 'Because you'd rather die than feel anger at your mother for not giving you what you needed?

I'm sure these things are true. But the way she says them feels like an implied criticism. As if she's comparing her own selflessness to my self-absorption. But of course that's just evidence of my self-absorption. My mother is probably not thinking anything like this. In fact, my desire to think that she's thinking of me at all is a bit pathetic.

I found power in accepting the truth of who I am. It may not be a truth that others can accept, but I cannot live any other way. How would it be to live a lie every minute of your life.

You lie even to yourself. Now that is the mark of a fool.

You are who you think you are. You are what you remember.' 'You sure about that?' 'If you're not, then what the fuck are you?' 'What if you don't remember anything?' 'Ah,' Jason said, 'then you're in trouble.

Most people have difficulty thinking of themselves as just another animal. They refuse to face the fact that 96% of what can be found in their bodies can also be found inside a pig or a horse or that our DNA is 97. 5% identical to that of a gorilla and 98. 4% to that of a chimpanzee. The only thing that makes us different from other animals is our ability to think and make forward plans.

Does the person see himself or herself as highly competent or still learning?

I know that heroin will do absolutely nothing for me and that I neither need nor want it, and I don't have to keep telling myself that.

porque crean una distracción. Siempre nos concentramos en las razones por las que no deberíamos de fumar, pero nunca analizamos las razones por las que fumamos. La verdadera pregunta es: '¿Por qué necesitamos hacerlo?

kill the Big Monster first. You unravel the brainwashing and see alcohol for what it really is: an addictive poison that controls and debilitates those who take it. Then the Little Monster is easy to deal with. In fact, you can enjoy the process, confident in the knowledge that you're destroying a mortal enemy.

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!

My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.

It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.

In this dream I am the Dreamer and the Dreamed I am that I am Ah but I have always known

Oh, this terrible second me, always seated whilst the other is on foot, acting, living, suffering, bestirring itself. This second me that I have never been able to intoxicate, to make shed tears, or put to sleep. And how it sees into things, and how it mocks!

ONE OF THE REASONS I'm good at being a ghostwriter is that I've been a chameleon for as long as I can remember. I become whatever people want me to be. It's almost effortless now—sussing out what others want or need and then transforming. Who am I, truly? I have no idea.

We've realized something about ourselves too: we are just as tempted by the propensity to make everyone feel happy as we are by booze.

It is memory that has made the person I am today. Without memory we cannot form relationships, we cannot know who we are, we cannot forge our identities. The same is true for history.

The hardest tumble a man can take is to fall over his own bluff.

Self-evident, adj. Evident to one's self and to nobody else.

In a way the better the master;the worse the condition of slave,because it makes him forget what he is.

When was it exactly that I became... this? By small degrees, I suppose. One act presses hard upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then one day we look up and fine we are... this.

Does the devil know he is a devil?