Quotes About Self

He who pursues fame at the risk of losing his self is not a scholar.

Costumes. The clothes we wear over who we really are. Or really want to be

Nothing can unman you like an un-man.

Art and love are the same thing: It's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

The Enemy invites us to focus on ourselves, while genuine worship requires us to focus on God.

The real issues aren't the quarks that hold together our physical bodies. The real issue is our own personal nonlinearity - the real us. We can't see our real selves; we only see the containers we happen to be in right now. The real "us" is software, not hardware, which means it's without mass, which means it has no time. We are eternal - saved or not. That's the problem, because we each have an eternity ahead of us. Where will we spend it?

We're all the heroes of our own tales. Even villains.

You could have been the light of your world. But you never found your switch.

Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which and be pointed out by your finger.

To each his own. (Suum Cuique)

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

It's not about what people think. It's about who you are.

From day to day he slid out of one skin and pulled on another. No wonder it was hard to sort out who he was.

Love yourself, love life, and remember love may be waiting just around the corner for you.

Having inner beauty is something you develop on your own, and I like to think I have that.

There certainly has remained with me the feeling that my identity is entirely illusory, and that by losing it, I have lost nothing, except something, except everything.

i am i and you are you and we are both each other too

My relationship with God has evolved as well. I no longer rail or beg or sass back. I was standing on a bluff over the ocean the other day and suddenly laughed out loud as I realized what an illusion that was, what an impossibility. That would assume a relationship between a "me" and "Other," a separation. There is no otherness; to be separate from God is to be separate from myself, from life itself. What I've been looking for, I'm looking with.

I always thought I'd get farther. I'd like to blame the world for what I've failed to do, but the failure - the failure that sometimes washes over me as anger, makes me so angry I could spit - is all mine, in the end. What made my obstacles insurmountable, what consigned me to mediocrity, is me, just me. I thought for so long, forever, that I was strong enough -- or I misunderstood what strength was.

The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked… Her self, then, was represented in her books; her times in her records; and the rest of the room she thought of as a pure, blank slate.

Being himself was more exhausting than impersonating a stage character.

Never suffer because you don't have an opinion on this or that topic. Never suffer because you are not something or because you are.

They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.