Quotes About Self-awareness

It is healthy to be disabused of our self-deceptions every now and then, even if it hurts.

Perhaps we look at others and see only the things we don't have.

He'd played at being a different man, but it had all been lies. The hardest kind to see through. The kind you tell yourself.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza.' She sighed, as if that was an accident. As if she hadn't spent an hour preening herself before the mirror. 'Facts are facts. Stating them isn't a gift. You only prove you're not blind.' She yawned, stretched in her saddle, made him wait a moment longer. 'But I'll hear more.

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 find we are… this.

He blamed every fucker available excepting, of course, the one who was actually to blame, the one sitting in his saddle and getting colder, hungrier, and more lost with every unpleasant moment. 'Shit!' he roared at nothing.

When was it exactly that I became... this? By small degrees, I suppose. Once 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.

Can't you stay with the other wives?' he wheedled. 'Please, just for now?' 'That prattling coven?' She screwed up her face. 'All they talk about is who's barren, who's unfaithful, and what the queen's wearing. They're idiots.' 'Have you ever noticed that everyone's an idiot but you?' She opened her eyes wide. 'You see it too?

Un hombre debe ser capaz de conocer sus propias limitaciones.

I daresay that's a better-looking man there. A cleverer man.' He ran one hand through his short dark hair, frowning at his reflection. 'Not sure if I trust that bastard, though.

But here's the sorry truth — if you really don't want a thing, you don't have to keep telling yourself so.

Ever think maybe you drink too much?" asked Wonderful. Clover smacked his lips. "Too much would, by definition, be too much. I find however much I drink is just the right amount.

I think I've had quite enough of other people's happiness.

It was a fact, he was only now beginning to realise, that the conversation of the drunk is only interesting to the drunk.

If you hear a reproach it is your own guilt that goads you, not my accusation.

Is there anything you do badly?" "Lose." She gave her sweetest smile. "I swear I'm the worst loser in the world.

I would ask you to look into your heart." "Oh, mine's a very small one. People who seek for anything of much significance in there are inevitably disappointed.

Even for me. There's nothing like the company of someone even more wretched than yourself to make you feel better. Trouble is, take their misery away and your own presses in twice as cold and dreary behind it.

Never thought o' myself as a man who fills sacks with heads." "No one sets off in that direction," said Clover, puffing out his cheeks one more time. "But before you know it, there you bloody are.

Yolk grinned. "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's doing things badly.

She knew she'd been unhappy there. She'd said it so often, even she was tired of her moaning. Now she rubbed at the thorn and stinking fur on her cloak and wondered how she could've been so hurt by cold words and sharp looks. Seemed foolish and childish and weak. But that's what growing up is, maybe. Realising what a fucking arse you've been.

He was also becoming aware of an unpleasant smell. Damn it. I've shit myself again.

but if you let other people's smugness make you angry you'll be angry all the time.

But fear's a healthy thing, long as it makes you think.