Quotes About Self-awareness

You want to know what I truly look like? Find yourself a mirror while I continue. -Death

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. When I start thinking like that, I become so exhausted, and I don't have the luxury of indulging fatigue.

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

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human." We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

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. I

Just like any civilized person, you've spent practically your whole life torturing an innocent wild creature. Starved it, then force-fed it, cut it, cursed it, driven it to exhaustion. Imprisoned it with other creatures who tormented it." "What?" Diana shakes her head in miserable confusion. "I don't even kill spiders! I never wanted to hurt anything." "The innocent wild creature to which I refer, my darling, is you.

I am bewildering you a little. Just enough to help you forget what you came to believe, so that you can remember what you've always known.

The good news is that you can step off the battlefield any time. You do this by aligning yourself with the Watcher part of your brain, then observing the conflict from a kind, detached distance. The more time you spend observing the battles, the less energy the war will have, and the sooner it will end. Strange but true: the brain that observes itself, changes itself. A

It's been said that the entire philosophical foundation of Zen is contained in three small words: "Not always so." If you want to stop emotional eating (which means you'll eat only out of physical hunger, which means you'll eventually be the right weight for your body) you must become willing to apply those three words to your own beliefs. THE

hold out your right hand, palm up. Imagine a 2-inch-tall version of yourself in a military uniform, with a whip in one hand and a gun in the other, stomping around in your palm, shrieking deeply personal insults and commanding you to lose weight. This is the Dictator.

Think through the well-meaning motivations of both your Dictator and your Wild Child, until you really understand that within their limited perspectives they're doing their very best. Then offer them both kindness.

Do not despise your inner world.

Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency. I'd rather climb back into Hostile One's mouth.

Are snoopers snooping on their own pain? Probably.

Although he liked nearly everything else about himself, Keith hated his redeeming features. In his view they constituted his only major shortcoming -his one tragic flaw.

And quite right too. Thinking back, actually, 'self-infatuation' strikes me as a rather ill-chosen word. It isn't so much that I like or love myself. Rather, I'm sentimental about myself. (I say, is this normal for someone my age?) What do I think of Charles Highway? I think: 'Charles Highway? Oh, I like him. Yes, I've got a soft spot for old Charles. He's all right is Charlie. Chuck's ... okay.

She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food.

My calculations about how to stay alive and sane on this particular planet have clearly been at fault. Lots of people are plenty uglier and poorer than me without seeming to mind, without the self-hate and self-pity – the sentimentality, in a word – that makes me such a quivering condom of neurosis and ineptitude.

I think: you deserve to be what you are if you could bare to get that way. You must have seen it coming. And now there's nothing for you here. No one will protect you, and people won't see any reason not to do you harm.

Durante años me pasé diciendo lo mismo, o cosas peores. Porque me sentía abandonado, aunque ella no hubiera podido evitarlo, muriera o no. Me ayuda oír sus palabras, porque compruebo lo estúpidas y venenosas que son. Sobre todo estúpidas.

As the ego cogito, subjectivity is the consciousness that represents something, relates this representation back to itself, and so gathers with itself.

A man doesn't realize how much he can stand until he is put to the test. You can stand far more than you think you can. You are much stronger than you think you are. If you can laugh at yourself, you are going to be fine. If you allow others to laugh with you, you will be great.

What planet are you living on? Who are you trying to convince - me or yourself.

Bad luck is what we conveniently call our bad choices.