Quotes About Self-awareness

I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it's shameful or immodest but because I don't want to see it. I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.   I

Siempre es una imprudencia interponerse entre un hombre y el reflejo de su propia inteligencia

But unshed tears can turn you rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue.

the pores, the wrinkles, the nose hairs, the impossibly whitened teeth shoved right up in front of your eyes so you can't ignore them the way you would in real life. It's like being forced to act as someone else's bathroom mirror, the magnifying kind: seldom a happy experience, those mirrors.

William sits opposite her, drinking water from a Murray's glass with a trace of lipstick on the rim. His fingers hold the glass, his other hand lies on the table, his neck comes out of his shirt collar, which is light green, and on top of that is his head. His eyes are blue and he has two of them. This is the sum total of William in the present tense.

I say her because I don't recall having been present, not in any meaningful sense of the word. I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember. I have the better view - I can see her clearly, most of the time. But even if she knew enough to look, she can't see me at all.

All I can hear now is the sound of my own heart, opening and closing, opening and closing.

But what if she discovers the truth? What he suspects is the truth. That he's patchwork, a tin man, his heart stuffed with sawdust. He thinks of her waiting for him, somewhere else, an island, subtropical, not muggy, her long hair waving in the sea breeze, a red hibiscus tucked behind one ear. If he's lucky she'll wait till that happens, till he can get there to be with her.

he often talked to himself and he was the best conversationalist he knew; [...]

He shouldn't have let himself be caged in here, walled off from freedom. But what does freedom mean any more? And who had caged him and walled him off? He'd done it himself. So many small choices.

Occasionally I do cry for no reason, as it says you are supposed to. But I can't believe in my own sadness, I can't take it seriously. I watch myself crying in the mirror, intrigued by the sight of tears.

Quien inventó el espejo nos hizo un flaco favor a la mayoría; debíamos de ser más felices antes de saber la imagen que damos.

I have to be more careful about my memories, I have to be sure they're my own and not the memories of other people telling me what I felt, how I acted, what I said: if the events are wrong the feelings I remember about them will be wrong too, I'll start inventing them and there will be no way of correcting it, the ones who could help are gone.

I have been a longtime perpetrator of hate crimes against myself, and I am turning myself in. I have had enough.

I don't know if I'm a bottom because it turns me on, or if I'm a bottom because I'm lazy.

Now is a time for, dare I say it, kindness. I thought being extremely smart would take care of it. But I see I have been found out.

He ran both his hands through his hair, as if somehow that would straighten out his thoughts.

Can we envision our own face? I think not. I think we imagine ourselves invisible, with no face at all, able to blend perfectly with everything around us.

Being a critical thinker starts with resisting the urge to be a pleaser.

Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That's the beginning of wisdom.

It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

She thinks I'm a hussy,' thought Scarlett. 'And perhaps she's right at that!

No computer has ever been designed that is ever aware of what it's doing; but most of the time, we aren't either.