Quotes About Self-awareness

So even though, to the outside world, Claire Willoughby was Simple Pleasures, Inc., Claire knew she was actually little more than window dressing for the business. Truth be told, she was so organizationally challenged, she couldn't arrange her own underwear drawer, let alone tell people how to arrange their lives.

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique.

I swear that each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant - impossible socially, but full-scale - and that it's the knockings and baterrings we sometimes hear in each other that keeps our intercourse from utter banaility.

There was some nerve in his feeling he did not want touched: he protected it without knowing where it was.

She had this one limitation, his darling Lois; she couldn't look on her own eyes, had no idea what she was, resented almost his attention being so constantly fixed on something she wasn't aware of.

There was no disguise for real love, she thought, and suddenly understood all that she did not have.

it was easier to be angry than to examine why

There was a dark satisfaction in choosing to remain wounded, yet he had seen what happened to Henry when he cut himself off from love.

Look to the plank of wood in your own eye before you remove the mote of sawdust from mine

No use wishing to be like other folks,' the maid said shrewdly. 'You have to learn to live at peace within your own skin.

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

It seems to me that really crazy people don't think they're crazy. Why would you?

You believe in expressing all feelings at all times, though this has never been a successful practice for you insofar as your feeling-expression resulting in any real change.

I've outgrown my childhood name, and I haven't found a new one yet." "Ah," she cried. "Then it will be my pleasure to name you for myself. I can tell you are a colleen after my own heart, more like to me than my own daughter Findbhair. So I bestow on you the brave name of Maeve until such a time as another name shall claim you.

No one can be the judge of another until he recognizes that he himself is as guilty for the crime as the one who committed it—and maybe more so.

Do you believe everything you hear?" he asked directly. "Of course not!" I answered. "Do you believe everything you say?" "Yes,

I know now one must plan one's old age as surely as one plans any other stage of life. The tragedy of Cousin Josie's life is that she never knew what she wanted at any age—only what she did not want. She never wanted to marry nor to pursue a career, and in life, unlike grammar, double negatives do not produce an affirmative.

People may flatter themselves just as much by thinking that their faults are always present to other people's minds, as if they believe that the world is always contemplating their individual charms and virtues.

But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.

I know I'm not a self-indulgent idiot I also know I'm not the second coming of Deepak Chopra. If I had believed either of those, or both, as some people do when they get famous, that's when the mental illness arrives.

Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

And then I say to myself that we should believe in that which we felt when we were strong and happy rather than in that which we feel when we are sick and sad. Do you not think, Judith, that one is more truly oneself in times of joy than in times of sorrow?