Quotes About Self-awareness

I've confromted enough assholes in my time. They never realize they're assholes. Not once. Whatever you say.

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do.

Your job is obviously very pressured. I thrive under pressure, I explain. Which is true. I've known that about myself ever since... Well. Ever since my mother told me when I was about 8.

You've gone back to the way you used to be before. The way you promised you'd never be again.

Linus might come over. He might not. Either way is fine. Either way, his decision is about himself, not about you. You are not responsible for his feelings.

Sweetheart, I know you think it'll be a cathartic experience and you'll say your piece and everyone will come away the wiser,' says Dad. 'But in real life that doesn't happen. I've confronted enough assholes in my time. They never realize they're assholes. Not once. Whatever you say.

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: they have their own crappy truths, too. Of course they do. And every time you see tour own crappy truth and feel despair and think: Is this my life...? You should remember: it's not. Everyone's got a bright-and-shiny, even if it's hard to find sometimes.

But there's no point. He's busy with his life - and I'm busy with mine.

We don't choose our flaws, unfortunately.

You forgive the person and you endlessly rationalize and you forget... That there are other people out there, says Seb softly, and as he meets my eyes, I feel a sudden tightening in my stomach. Other people. What does he mean? Me? No, don't be stupid, I scold myself at once. Of course he doesn't mean me. He probably means, like, there are loads of people on Tinder.

But the trouble with asking your subconscious what it wants is, it just laughs at you and says, 'Work it out for yourself, moron.

I feel a blinding shaft of terror, which I tell myself to ignore, as my brain will often try to send me messages that are untrue and I do not have to listen to them. This is lesson one at St. John's: your brain is an idiot.

As I walk along the pavement I'm feeling a bit shamefaced. I should have got out my 120 quid and given it to that man for his baby, instead of buying a pointless scarf. I mean, when you think about it, what's more important? Clothes—or the miracle of new life? As I ponder this issue, I feel quite deep and philosophical. In fact, I'm so engrossed, I almost walk past my turning.

You need to start thinking less about what you owe other people and more about what you owe yourself.

The trouble is, depression doesn't come with handy symptoms like spots and a temperature, so you don't realize at first. You keep saying I'm fine to people when you're not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: Why aren't I fine?

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: they have their own crappy truths, too. Of course they do. And every time you see your own crappy truth and feel despair and think: Is this my life …? you should remember: it's not. Everyone's got a bright-and-shiny, even if it's hard to find sometimes.

Do not believe that you alone can be right. The man who thinks that, The man who maintains that only he has the power To reason correctly, the gift to speak, the soul— A man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.

The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

It's perfect justice: natures like yours are hardest on themselves.

It is a painful thing To look at your own trouble and know That you yourself and no one else has made it

Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch.

And if to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.

For if any man thinks that he is alone is wise--that in speech, or in mind, he hath no peer--such a soul, when laid open, is ever found empty.

O waste no fears on me; look to thyself.