Quotes About Self

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

I don't want beauty, I want identity.

Perder-se é um achar-se perigoso.

Would it be simplistic to think the moral problem with regards to others consists in behaving as one ought to, and the moral problem with regards to oneself is managing to feel what one ought to?

I'm no more than a comma in life. I who am a colon. Thou, thou art my exclamation.

I'm not a synonym—I'm a proper noun.

I'm so frightened that I shall be able to accept the notion that I have lost myself only if I imagine that someone is holding my hand.

Death is an encounter with oneself.

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

Clarice Lispector

It suddenly occurred to me that you don't need order to live. There is no pattern to follow and the pattern itself doesn't even exist: I am born.

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Sou um monstro ou isso é ser uma pessoa?

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

And I scream: I feel, I suffer, I am happy, I am moved. Only my enigma interests me. More than anything, I search for myself in my great void.

In my core I have the strange impression that I don't belong to the human species

If she was no longer herself that meant a loss that counted as a gain.

I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.

She transformed herself into organic simplicity. And she'd figured out how to find in simple and honest things the grace of sin.

she was inept. Inept for living. She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

And giving myself over with the confidence of belonging to the unknown. For I can pray only to what I do not know. And I can love only the unknown evidence of things and can add myself only to what I do not know. Only that is a real giving of oneself.

What an effort I make to be myself. I struggle against a tide in a boat with just enough room for my two feet in a perilous and fragile balance.

Quem se recusa à visão de um bicho está com medo de si próprio.