Quotes About Self-awareness

O homem não tem nada melhor para fazer do que tentar estar em perfeito acordo consigo mesmo.

Uno es dueño de lo que calla y esclavo de lo que habla

Ben'de yaln?zca en derin olanlar deÄŸil en yüce olanlar da bilinçsiz kalabilir demek zorunday?z. Böylelikle, en baÅŸta bilinçli Ben hakk?nda söylediÄŸimiz ÅŸey; onun her ÅŸeyden önce bir Beden-Ben'i olduÄŸu bilgisi, bize sergileniyormuÅŸ gibidir." Sigmund Freud, 'Ben ve O', sayfa 52

Ben ile O aras?ndaki ayr?m da çok kat? olarak ele al?nmamal?; unutmayal?m ki Ben, O'nun özel bir biçimde ayr?mlaÅŸm?? bir k?sm?d?r." Sigmund Freud, 'Ben ve O', sayfa 69

Um rosário de censuras a outras pessoas leva-nos a suspeitar da existência de um rosário de autocensuras de conteúdo idêntico.

Gözlerinizi içeriye doÄŸru çevirin, kendi derinliklerinize bak?n, ilk önce kendinizi tan?y?n! O zaman neden hastalanmaya mecbur olduÄŸunuzu anlayacaks?n?z; ve belki de gelecekte hastalanman?z? önleyeceksiniz. (Freud, S. (1917a). A Difficulty in the Path of Psycho-Analysis. The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud)

Con sólo temer a la mediocridad, ya se está a salvo: he aquí el consuelo que usted me ofrece. Mas yo le pregunto: ¿A salvo de qué? ¿No se estará a salvo en la certeza de no ser un mediocre? ¿Qué importa lo que uno teme o deja de temer? ¿Acaso lo más importante no es que las cosas sean efectivamente como tememos que sean?

The ego is, indeed, the organized portion of the id.

I don't know who it was, but someone, maybe or maybe not Henry James, said that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who upon seeing someone else suffering think, That could happen to me, and those who think, That will never happen to me. The first kind of people help us to endure, the second kind make life hell.

She believed that, in our culture, at least, people were much freer than they thought they were and had more options than they seemed willing to acknowledge.

You caught some flak for questioning whether there could really be such a thing as a flâneuse. You didn't think it was possible for a woman to wander the streets in the same spirit and manner as a man. A female pedestrian was subject to constant disruptions: stares, comments, catcalls, gropes. A woman was raised to be always on guard: Was this guy walking too close? Was that guy following her? How, then, could she ever relax enough to experience the loss of sense of self, the

All those wasted and squandered years when I did nothing but go around looking inside myself until I ended up alone even though I was surrounded by people. But I paid attention only to what was happenstance about them - not their true selves.

Don't do it if it's not something you want to do, Marta. These matters can't possibly look the same to you, standing in the midst of life, as they do to me. You should understand that you mustn't do it for my sake, but for your own.

Reflection enables us to step back, to see our perspective on a situation as perhaps distorted or blind, at the very least to see if there is argument for preferring our ways, or whether it is just subjective.

Que sais-je?'—what do I know?

It's one of those important things you learn in your life, which is, your ego can start believing it is only you... and you don't recognize the people around you.

The denial of death is self-hatred.

Knowing who you really are and dressing the part -- with an air of amused recklessness -- is life affirming for you and life enhancing for other people.

Bezetenheid is het beste te genezen door het zelf te bezitten.

And that was about all that he really wished the world to know about himself. "I am a nobody," he would write toward the end of the century, when fame had begun to creep up on him. "Treat me as a solar myth, or an echo, or an irrational quantity, or ignore me altogether." But

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

There is not a single line in this diary that does not call for a correction or a denial...Yes: throughout these pages I meant what I was writing and I meant the opposite; reading them again I feel completely lost...I was lying to myself. How I lied to myself!

My worst mistake has been not grasping that time goes by. It was going by and there I was, set in the attitude of the ideal wife of an ideal husband. Instead of bringing our sexual relationship to life again I brooded happily over memories of our former nights together.

Mais le pire, quand on habite une prison sans barreaux, c'est qu'on n'a pas même conscience des écrans qui bouchent l'horizon; j'errais à travers un épais brouillard, et je le croyais transparent. Les choses qui m'échappaient, je n'en entrevoyais même pas la présence.