Quotes About Self-awareness

The center common to conscious action through the will and to conscious knowledge through cognition is, however, the ego.

Man experiences the "masculine" structure of his conscious as peculiarly his own, and the "feminine" unconscious as something alien to him, whereas woman feels at home in her unconscious and out of her element in consciousness.

Although standing from the very beginning under the motto "Away from the unconscious," the ego, as the organ of centre-version, must never lose touch with it, for it is an essential part of its natural balancing function to give the transpersonal world its due place.

The more you know yourself, the more patience you have for what you see in others." ~ Erik Erikson

In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.

If some busybody were to cross-examine me on the chapters already written, he could probably shed much more light on them, and if it were a hostile critic's cross-examination, he might even flatter himself for having shown up [make the world laugh by revealing] the hollowness of many of my pretensions.

To assure good timing we need right decisions, patience and persistence. Good timing needs willpower to steer clear of confusion, disorder and … discontent. We need not blame ourselves for possible "bad" timing later on. ( "Wrong time. Wrong place." )

I give you a life for clear sight," she meowed. "Brokentail, know yourself and your destiny, but know too that destiny can be changed if you choose the right path.

I don't remember much about my life," he confessed. "I vaguely remember that I wasn't the nicest cat. Well, if I had been, I wouldn't have ended up here, would I? When I was alive, I know I cared a lot about power. But what does that power mean now?" He shrugged. "Nothing. When you spend forever slinking through a dark and dying forest, alone, you realize how little power you ever had.

Jayfeather turned toward at him. "Don't you think you should figure out who you are before you decide where you fit in?" His mew was suddenly gentle.

I'm Hawkfrost.

Stormkit stopped at the shore, by a patch of clear water, and stared down. "Stormkit!" He hardly heard Oakkit's mew. He was staring at the strange cat reflected in the water. That wasn't his face! This cat's jaw was twisted from just below his ear, hardly visible beneath one cheek, sunken horribly beneath the top lip. His nose was stretched sideways and up, and his tongue poked out at one side, lolling between his teeth like a fat pink worm.

I'm not Firestar! I don't even look like him, in case you haven't noticed.

Even now I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

the important thing is not to point a finger at flaws but to attempt to correct them!

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

Many men carry their conscience like a drawn sword, cutting this way and that, in the world, but sheathe it, and keep it very soft and quiet, when it is turned within, thinking that a sword should not be allowed to cut its own scabbard.

Only the insane take themselves quite seriously.

I thought about how we need to make children feel that there are times in their lives when they need to be alone and quiet and to be able to accept their aloneness.

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.

To return to love, to get the love we always wanted but never had, to have the love we want but are not prepared to give, we seek romantic relationships. We believe these relationships, more than any other, will rescue and redeem us. True love does have the power to redeem but only if we are ready for redemption. Love saves us only if we want to be saved.

Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands.

But sometimes, it's harder to admit to ourselves we want love in our lives than it is to keep living without it.

Not if he wanted to be able to look at himself in the mirror in the morning without seeing the word asshole written across his forehead.