Quotes About Self-awareness

compulsive eating is basically a refusal to be fully alive. No matter what we weigh, those of us who are compulsive eaters have anorexia of the soul. We refuse to take in what sustains us. We live lives of deprivation. And when we can't stand it any longer, we binge. The way we are able to accomplish all of this is by the simple act of bolting—of leaving ourselves—hundreds of times a day.

If you think that your job is to fix what is broken, you keep finding more broken places to mend.

When you are not hungry and decide to eat, choose a food that you ate that day when you were hungry. Be aware of: 1. how the food tastes 2. how the taste was different when you were hungry 3. if you enjoy it as much as when you were hungry 4. what, since it's not hunger, you are feeling 5. how you know when to stop eating

There isn't a someday. There never was. No one has ever been to the future that you keep putting your life on hold for. All we ever have is now. And if you continually put your life on hold for what your life will be like tomorrow, or the next year, or when you finally lose the weight, you won't recognize that you already have what you want because you will have spent years training yourself to want, not have.

Meditation develops the capacity to question your mind. Without it, you are at the mercy of every thought, every desire, every wave of emotion. You become unhinged, dependent on whether things are going well that day or not.

If you're eating past fullness, stop. And if you don't stop, fine—but ask yourself what's going on. Notice what you feel, what arises inside you.

None of my mental activities for the past twenty-four hours might be called thinking. I had allowed my body to take charge. It knew far more about escaping and healing than I did.

Ich wage kaum die Hände auszustrecken, wie in einem engen Spiegelzimmer, aus Furcht überall anzustoßen, daß die schönen Figuren in Scherben auf dem Boden lägen und ich vor der kahlen, nackten Wand stünde.

Das Gewissen ist ein Spiegel, vor dem ein Affe sich quält; jeder putzt sich, wie er kann, und geht auf seine eigne Art auf seinen Spaß dabei aus.

Wickedness also resides in the gaze that perceives itself as innocent and surrounded by wickedness.

Man is an animal, but even in his animal functions, he is not confined to the implicit, as the animal is; he becomes conscious of them, recognizes them, and lifts them, as, for instance, the process of digestion, into self-conscious science. In this way man breaks the barrier of his implicit and immediate character, so that precisely because he knows that he is an animal, he ceases to be an animal and attains knowledge of himself as spirit.

Self-consciousness exists in itself and for itself, in that and by the fact that it exists for another self-consciousness; that is to say, it is only by being acknowledged or recognized.

if I examine myself closely enough, I find hints of every objectionable quality known to man.

I know what I mean by the term I and myself; and I know this immediately, or intuitively, though I do not perceive it as I perceive a triangle, a colour, or a sound.

Upon the whole, I am inclined to think that the far greater part, if not all, of those difficulties which have hitherto amused philosophers, and blocked up the way to knowledge, are entirely owing to ourselves--that we have first raised a dust and then complain we cannot see.

Choose silence of all virtues, for by it you hear other men's imperfections, and conceal your own.

Oh, well, if you want original conversations, you'd better go and talk to yourself.

Dac? nu eÈ™ti în stare s? preÈ›uieÈ™ti ceea ce ai, atunci caut? s? ai ceea ce eÈ™ti în stare s? preÈ›uieÈ™ti.

For of course if nobody agrees with you, how are you to know youre not a fool?

Különben is: melyÅ'nk tud számot adni arról, hogy mit cselekszik? Ha számot adnánk, nem is cselekednénk.

She had learned from Jack, much to her surprise, that she could not make her face express anger or scorn by merely feeling angry or scornful.

People love to admit they have bad handwriting or that they can't do math. And they will readily admit to being awkward: 'I'm such a klutz!' But they will never admit to having a poor sense of humor or being a bad driver.

The older you get, the better you realize you were.

After all, the true seeing is within.