Quotes About Self-awareness

It was himself that he was attempting to define as he worked on his study. It was himself that he was slowing shaping, it was himself that he was putting into a kind of order, it was himself that he was making possible.

I have come to believe that in the life of every man, late or soon, there is a moment when he knows beyond whatever else he might understand, and whether he can articulate the knowledge or not, the terrifying fact that he is alone, and separate, and that he can be no other than the poor thing that is himself.

There was a softness around him, and a languor crept upon his limbs. A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

And we have come out of this, at least, with ourselves. We know that we are — what we are.

He is useless in that he would expend his energies upon making judgments rather than upon gaining knowledge, for the reason that judgment is easy and knowledge is difficult. He is contemptible in that his judgments reflect a vision of himself which in his ignorance and pride he would impose upon the world.

And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.

È facile considerarsi per bene, quando non si ha alcun motivo per non esserlo. Bisogna innamorarsi, per capire un po' come si è fatti.

He spoke more confidently and felt a warm hard severity gather within him. He suspected that he was beginning, ten years late, to discover who he was; and the figure he saw was both more and less than he had once imagined it to be.

One does not deceive oneself about the consequences of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with which one can live with those consequences.

Was Terentia content to be a woman, as I was not? When I lived in the world, I believed that she was content, and had a secret contempt for her. Now I do not know. I do not know the human heart of another; I do not even know my own.

this one of being a mortal god has been the most uncomfortable. I am a man, and as foolish and weak as most men; if I have had an advantage over my fellows, it is that I have known this of myself, and have therefore known their weaknesses, and never presumed to find much more strength and wisdom in myself than I found in another. It was one of the sources of my power, that knowledge.

For it seems to me now that when I read those books and wrote my words, I read and wrote of a man who bore my name but a man whom I hardly know. Strain as I might, I can hardly see him now; and when I glimpse him, he recedes as in a mist, eluding my most searching gaze. I wonder, if he saw me, would he recognize what he has become? Would he recognize the caricature that all men become of themselves? I do not believe that he would.

A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

An example of how stupid people admitting they're stupid doesn't make them any less stupid

Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.

Be more concerned with your character than with your reputation. Your character is what you really are while your reputation is merely what others think you are.

Most men think well of themselves, and this is self-delusion. Vain

My protective coloration isn't intended to deceive you, my sweet. It is intended to deceive me.

When we fear what other people think about us, we are frequently more focused on 'being interesting' and less focused on 'taking an interest.' That's why many people talk a great deal when they are anxious and why many people never feel heard. If both people and conversation are trying to be interesting, there is no one left to genuinely listen.

Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing." And what I was doing that year was leaving, even though I had not yet

Because Christopher doesn't need to be living with a woman who thinks she knows everything. Nobody knows everything—they shouldn't think they do.

Anne Frank was her go-to girl. Suzi stayed in her room as much as they'd let her, rereading Anne Frank's diary for the millionth time so that she wouldn't feel sorry for herself.

I think I'm finally growing up - and about time.

Explain that good healers didn't stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their limits.