Quotes About Self-awareness

Sadie, you're the most tactless girl I ever had the bad luck to meet.' But I am enthusiastic. I get carried away. I don't stop to think. I'm just the same with my work. I don't consider my own feelings; I don't consider other people's feelings. I just wade right in and ask for what I want, and I mostly get it.

I think,' said Bredon, who was accustomed to his father's meaningless outbursts of speech, 'she's silly.' 'So do I; but don't say I said so.' 'And rude.' 'And rude. I, on the other hand, am silly, but seldom rude. Your mother is neither rude nor silly.' 'Which am I?' 'You are an egotistical extravert of the most irrepressible type.

Lord, teach us to take our hearts and look them in the face, however difficult it may be." CHAPTER XVI From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, From Murders Benedicite.

Boil my brains!" said Lord Peter. "Boil 'em and mash 'em and serve 'em up with butter as a dish of turnips, for it's damn well all they're fit for! Look at me!

the mirror of his own magnanimity.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching.

There is only one kind of wisdom that has any social value, and that is the knowledge of one's own limitations.

Look, you know the anger is unconstructive, don't you? So you have to defuse it. And you do this either by trying to understand your own reaction, just why you are getting so annoyed, or by asking yourself why it is he finds it necessary to behave so provocatively.

Did I do anything wrong today, he said, or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?

I'm so great even I get tongue-tied talking to myself.

I only know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.

She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn't care.

The available worlds looked pretty grim. They had little to offer him because he had little to offer them. He had been extremely chastened to realize that although he originally came from a world which had cars and computers and ballet and Armagnac, he didn't, by himself, know how any of it worked. He couldn't do it. Left to his own devices he couldn't build a toaster. He could just about make a sandwich and that was it.

If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and satisfied, drove on into the night.

He sniggered. He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now.

great book stands the test of time unlike my good self.........

Hey, er ... said Zaphod, what's your name? The man looked at them doubtfully. I don't know. Why, do you think I should have one? It seems very odd to give a bundle of vague sensory perceptions a name.

She was a rapidly rising anchor. She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn't care.

The old me knew. The old me cared. Fine, so far so good. Except that the old me cared so much that he actually got inside his own brain--my own brain--and locked off the bits that knew and cared, because if I knew and cared I wouldn't be able to do it.

In fact I wanted to be John Cleese and it took me some time to realise that the job was in fact taken." At

Trouble with a long journey like this,' continued the Captain, 'is that you end up just talking to yourself a lot, which gets terribly boring because half the time you know what you're going to say next.