Quotes About Self

Myself, I'm quite embarrassed, I, a human.

Witold Gombrowicz

Na gruncie sztuki to odmienne (powiedziaÅ'bym: niechÄ™tne, lekcewa??ce) podejÅ›cie do formy mo?e zapewni? odnowienie i rozszerzenie Å›rodków artystycznego wyrazu. ProklamujÄ…c wszÄ™dzie gdzie siÄ™ da, zasadÄ™, ?e czÅ'owiek jest wy?szy od swoich wytworów, dostarczam swobody, jakiej bardzo potrzebuje dzisiaj nasza pokurczona dusza.

I was left alone but actually not alone—how could I be alone when I wasn't even there, I had no sense of being there, and not a single thought, gesture, action, or word, in fact nothing seemed to be mine, but rather it was as if it had all been settled somewhere outside myself, decided for me—because in reality I was quite different!

przecie my Swoje wychwala? musiemy, bo nas zjedz?!

Poniedzia?ek Ja. Wtorek Ja. ?roda Ja. Czwartek Ja. Pi?tek

The I, the I is what is deeplt mysterious.

unser Rilke-Herz - ehe der Clown kräht - haben wir es dreimal verleugnet.

Und hinter allem? Hinter allem, was du Gott, Strom und Stern, Nacht, Spiegel oder Kosmos und Hilde oder Evelyn nennst – hinter allem stehst immer du selbst.Eisig einsam. Erbärmlich. Groß. Dein Gelächter. Deine Not. Deine Frage. Deine Antwort. Hinter allem,uniformiert, nackt oder sonstwie kostümiert, schattenhaft verschwankt, in fremder fast scheuer ungeahnt grandioser Dimension: Du selbst. Deine Liebe. Deine Angst.Deine Hoffnung.

Charmingly, she feigns interest in my spate of self-aggrandizing anecdotes in which I come off like Rhett Butler.

There is no water like the water out of your own well.

The path that one person follows is not the correct path for any other person. You must follow your own path. that is the way.

Keep aware of who and what you are as you become involved in the affairs of the world. Don't forget that you are an indestructible child of a golden Universe.

Si fuera campeón [...] ni inventaría historias porque entonces la historia sería yo.

Early on, you can expect no one to believe in your destiny as much as yourself.

Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship.

The events of the last forty years have inflicted such a blow to the self confidence of Western civilization and to the belief in progress which was so strong during the nineteenth century, that men tend to go too far in the opposite direction: in fact the modern world is experiencing the same kind of danger which was so fatal to the ancient world--the crisis of which Gilbert Murray writes in his Four Stages of Greek Religion as "The Loss of Nerve.

The end comes to all of us...but the end comes quicker to those who do not live their lives as they choose. If your life is not your own, then in what way is it living?

Today the treatment of such themes is more explicit than ever; moreover, advertising encourages men as well as women to see the creation of the self as the highest form of creativity.

Those who have slept with sorry in their hearts Know all too well how short but sweet The instant of their coming-to can be: The heart is strong, as if it ever sorrowed; The mind's dear clarity intact; and then, The vast, unhappy stone from yesterday Rolls down these vital units to the bottom of oneself.

Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.

From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.

There was a duplication of myself involved, perhaps even a triplication. There was I who was writing. There was I whom I could remember. And there was I of whom I wrote, the protagonist of the story.