Quotes About Self-awareness

Lo malo de envejecer, Bar —me dijo Toot—, es que sigues siendo la misma persona en el interior. —Recuerdo sus ojos estudiándome tras las gruesas lentes bifocales, como si quisiera asegurarse de que la estaba oyendo—. Estás atrapada en este maldito cacharro que empieza a desplomarse, pero sigues siendo tú. ¿Entiendes?»

once I gave up the hunt for villains, I had little recourse but to take responsibility for my choices ...Needless to say, this is far less satisfying that nailing villains. It also turned out to be more healing in the end.

But if she was being honest—and it was well past time for that—she had to acknowledge that the empty places in her life were of her own making.

The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present.

We do not look into mirrors, for example, to see our true selves, but to see what others are seeing, and what passes for inner reflection is often an agonizing assessment of how others are judging us.

We were not supposed to know anything about our own bodies or to participate in decision-making about our own care.

Way before puberty, before the journal, before the formulation of my life's mission, when I must have been eight or younger, I had a rule: "Think in complete sentences." No giving way to inner screams or sobs—just keep stringing out words in grammatical order. This was a way to keep from going under

Sometimes she felt like she had two personalities. One was shy and wanted to keep things private, and the other was talky and wanted to blabber. (pg. 127)

but Sun Wolf found, a little to his surprise, that what they thought of him concerned him far less than it had. He hadn't been aware how much it had concerned him before.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

I've always found people love you best if you can laugh at your own foolish misfortunes and keep mum about everyone else's

It's safer knowing more about people than they know about you.

I never learn anything from listening to myself.

It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.

It was hard to feel the remotest sympathy for any of the different fools she'd been. As opposed to the fool she was being now. People hang on to that one, she thought: the fool they are right now.

It's a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.

All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.

is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.

But I kept my mouth shut. It's safer knowing more about people than they know about you.

It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.

Mother says I never practiced anything but always watched Leah, letting her make the mistakes for both of us, until I was ready to do it myself with acceptable precision. Mother is kind to me, probably because I've stayed nearer at hand than her other children. But I disagree. I made plenty of my own mistakes. I just made them on the inside.

If the grown-up version of me could have one chance at walking backwards into this story, part of me wishes I could sit down on the back pew with that pissed-off kid in his overly tight church clothes and Darkhawk attitude, and tell him: You think you're giant but you are such a small speck in the screwed-up world. This is not about you.

Forgive me, Dellarobia. It's a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.

It seems like almost anything is better than having only yourself to blame when you screw things up.