Quotes About Self-awareness

Am I responsible for my unconscious? No one else is, if not myself.

We're all sticking our heads in the sand here, Kelvin, but at least we're aware of it and we're not trying to act noble.

Je?eli mog? by? bezwzgl?dny dla innych musz? by? bezwzgl?dny dla siebie.

We're not searching for anything except people. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

Swami Muktananda, the head of the Siddha Yoga tradition, used to say, "God dwells in you as You.

We are only seeking Man. We have no need for other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is. We are searching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, of a civilization superior of our own but developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past. -Snow from Solaris by Stanislaw Lem

We don't need other worlds, we need mirrors.

Hemos llegado aquí tal como somos en realidad y cuando la otra parte, la parte que silenciamos, nos muestra esa verdad ¡no somos capaces de aceptarlo!

Are you willing to die for yourself? If you want to be, you have to be able to take the very first step toward attaining that capability. You have to be willing to live for yourself.

Everybody judges from the point of view of his own inadequacy.

So che oggi non sono lo stesso uomo di allora, e non si guarisce dalla propria ombra, le si affiancano soltanto nuove luci.

Oh good, everything was back to normal - I was talking to myself again.

Your sense of ease and peace will be enormous once you stop telling yourself and everyone else what is wrong in your life.

The apparently unthreatening act of settling the mind on the breath and observing what is occurring in the body and mind exposes a contradiction between the sort of person we wish to be and the kind of person we are.

When my self is no longer the all-consuming preoccupation it once was, when I see it as one narrative thread among myriad others, when I understand it to be as contingent and transient as anything else, then the barrier that separates "me" from "not me" begins to crumble. The conviction of being a closed cell of self is not only delusive but anesthetic. It numbs me to the suffering of the world.

I am not a man who enjoys such insights into his own character.

Anyhow, she knew when she looked into her heart she'd never really wanted kids anyhow. She'd seen how kids dropped from the sky and exploded people's lives like squalling neutron bombs. She was honest enough to admit she was too selfish for that; her life, her only life, was her own.

A sentient mind refuses to be confined by the parameters of its programming.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don't know why.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

Maybe he didn't really encourage me to do things, but he didn't prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn't do things because I didn't want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn't being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't really even know me?

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

I'm trying not to think about it too much because that makes it worse. It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It happens very fast, and things start to slip away.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.