Quotes About Self-awareness

Then again, Solomon was human. And that meant he was flawed (Go on, take a look at yourself in the mirror. A good long look, if you can bear it. See? Flawed's putting it mildly, isn't it?)

It was one of those occasions. Those big not-thought-through/spur-of-the-moment/more-intuition-than-rational-analysis occasions. The occasions that make us who we are.

Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.

Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended with it.

The thing about living alone is that it gives you a lot of time to think. You don't necessarily reach any conclusions, because wisdom is largely a function of intelligence and self-awareness, not time on your hands. But you do become very good at thinking yourself into endless loops of desperation in half the time it would take a normal person.

I feel a dark wave of regret for the kind of person I turned out to be.

top up position down The fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one.

Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

At some point, loneliness becomes less a condition than a habit.

I'll tell you the same thing I told your father. We make mistakes. They don't make us. If they did, we'd all be royally fucked, especially a coupe of assholes like us." I grin at his last remark, and finally find some words to say, even though I'm not sure I possess the conciliatory feelings to match my town. "You could learn a lot from an asshole." Dugan smiles at that, and it's the first time I've ever seen him do it. "I guess so.

Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurtful or else just make us look like the selfish and unkind bastards we are. We don't share thoughts, we share carefully sanitized, watered-down versions of them.

The thing about living alone is that it gives you a lot of time to think. You don't necessarily reach any conclusions, because wisdom is largely a function of intelligence and self-awareness, not time on your hands.

wisdom is largely a function of intelligence and self-awareness, not time on your hands.

When did being right become worthless, and being at fault irrelevant?

There is little you can do about the annoying speech mannerisms of others, but there is a lot you can do about your own.

Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.

You have to laugh at yourself because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.

Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid?

And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.

Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.

It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.