Quotes About Self-awareness

I am not time's fool, nor a god hardened by the millennia; I am not the trickster in the black cape, nor the sorrowful wanderer. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong. I know what I do, and yes, I do it. I am the Vampire Lestat. That's your answer. Do with it what you will.

And Marie, a quiet person who said little ever to anyone, despised herself at such times for this natural inclination.

Making him to be my mate, I made a mirror who saw me all the more clearly as a monster.

By morning, I realized that I was his complete superior and I had been sadly cheated in having him for a teacher.

hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans.

I myself had not known the lines of human expression still remained to me, and I was most happy to discover them, and I rather liked the image that I presented in the glass.

Of course the cameo said nothing of my height of six foot four inches, that my hair was jet black, my eyes blue, or of the fact that I was slight of build. I had the kind of long thin fingers which were very good for the piano, which I played now and then. I played now and then. And it was my height that told people that in spite of my all too precious face and feminine hands, I really was a young man.

What are we that we can make such great blunders without the slightest realization of what we are doing? What is man that he is so mindful of himself and knows so little of the consequences of what he does!

Why was I so jealous? Why did this knowledge sting me so much?

He wasn't sure why or how, but he… cared about her. He could be the worst possible bastard, but something stopped him from being that callous, and the thought disturbed him. Was he growing soft? Becoming kind?

Alice often liked to imagine that a book was being written about her life. A narrator with an authoritative male voice was describing her every act. "Alice sighed" was a frequent observation.

She'd been so intent on not turning into her mother, she had gone and turned into her father.

Thinking back on that conversation now, he began to believe that people could, in fact, be used up—could use each other up, could be of no further help to each other and maybe even do harm to each other. He began to think that who you are when you're with somebody may matter more than whether you love her. (P. 362)

I was still ringing. I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

1. Only a total unself-consciousness will permit me to live with myself" (202).

Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me

The whole idea that he could take what he wanted without affecting anyone was bull****.

But somehow her satisfaction never lasted very long. She always found herself changing, pushing against the limits and ruining things for everyone around her. It's not always my fault, she said softly. Things just get complicated, sometimes.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're . . ." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngblood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

Don't worry, Aya-la," Tally said, firmly grasping her wrist. "You'll still be real, even with no hovercam watching.

Tally closed her eyes, remembering what having a pretty mind was like—everything vague and fuzzy, the world nothing but a source of entertainment, the future nothing but a blur. A few tricks weren't enough to make everyone bubbly, she supposed; you had to want your mind to change. Maybe some people had always been pretty-heads

And a month later all these guys are going 'I don't know why I don't feel very good', and I'm going 'You wanna know why you don't feel very good? I'll tell you why—because you've done nothing else for weeks but lie on the floor and smoke and take my money'. I was making 50 dollars a week cleaning for the guy who did our albums.

Splitting up has not been an easy thing for either Lindsay or me," Stevie confides. "I think we both knew deep down that it was the only thing we could do. We weren't creating, either of us. . . . It's much better now.

I'm far too intelligent to not know that there will be time when I won't be 33 anymore, when I won't be that pretty anymore, I won't be sparkly anymore, and I'll be tired. I want to be able to know that I can still have fun and be part of the world, and that I didn't give it all away for Fleetwood Mac.