Quotes About Self-awareness

Luckily they haven't heard me or if they have they've sense enough to ignore me. I wish I could ignore me.

Quick note here: if this crush–slash–swooning stuff is hard for you to stomach; if you've never had a similar experience, then you should come to grips with the fact that you've got a TV dinner for a heart and might want to consider climbing inside a microwave and turning it on high for at least an hour, which if you do consider only goes to show what kind of idiot you truly are because microwaves are way too small for anyone, let alone you, to climb into.

Ashamed before. Ashamed now.

I know what it means to go mad. I'll die before I go there. But first I have to find out if that's where I'm really heading.

W]henever we heard an unflattering portrait of our own side our first question to ourselves was not "Is this true?" but "What are they trying to hide about themselves by accusing us of this?" Once this mental defense system had been perfected, few criticisms could hit home.

I'm just another stupid human.

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. I'm okay, we say. I'm alright. But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer - it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human.

I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.

So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me.

I am stupid. And kind. Which makes the biggest idiot in the world.

They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you.

It could be worse. I could be you.

I never did get around to praying for myself, did I? Maybe that's what was behind it, though. Myself. Maybe the only reason I'd prayed for others to begin with was to bring myself good fortune. Was that true? Was it?

It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence.

I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. (...) On the other hand, you're a human -you should understand self obsession.

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

Orada duruyor, birinin bir ?eyler yapmas?n? bekliyordum ama sonunda bekledi?im ki?inin kendim oldu?unu anlam??t?m.

Soy un imbécil. No, papá. Sólo eres un hombre.

Soy idiota. [...] Y amable. Lo que me convierte en el mayor imbécil del mundo.