Quotes About Self

A solução para esse absurdo que se chama "eu existo", a solução é amar um outro ser que, este, nós compreendemos que exista.

No quiero la belleza, quiero la identidad.

Tudo estará em mim, se eu não for; pois "eu" é apenas um dos espasmos instantâneos do mundo.

La vida en mí no tiene mi nombre.

Cuanto menos soy más viva estoy, cuanto más pierdo mi nombre más me llaman.

Espelho? Esse vazio cristalizado que tem dentro de si espaço para se ir para sempre em frente sem parar: pois espelho é o espaço mais fundo que existe. E é coisa mágica: quem tem um espelho quebrado já poderia ir com ele meditar no deserto. Ver-se a si mesmo é extraordinário. Como um gato de dorso arrepiado, arrepio-me diante de mim. Do deserto também voltaria vazia, iluminada e translúcida, e com o mesmo silêncio vibrante de um espelho.

Minha pergunta, se havia, não era "que sou", mas "entre quais eu sou".

And even though I'd gone into the room, I seemed to have gone into nothing. Even once inside it, I was still somehow outside. As if the room weren't deep enough to hold me and I had to leave pieces of myself in the hallway, in the worst rejection to which I'd ever fallen victim: I didn't fit.

E ninguém é eu. E ninguém é você. Esta é a solidão.

And none of this necessarily has any bearing on the issue of the existence or non-existence of a God. What I'm saying is that the thought of the man and the way this thinking-feeling can reach an extreme degree of incommunicability - that, without sophism or paradox, is at the same time, for that man, the point of greatest communication. He communicates with himself.

Hay muchas cosas por decir que no sé cómo decir. Me faltan las palabras. Pero me niego a inventar otras nuevas. Las que ya existen deben deccir o que se consigue decir y lo que está prohibido. Y lo que está prohibido lo adivino. Si hubiese fuerza. Más allá del pensamiento no hay palabras: se es. Mi pintura no tiene palabras: está más allá del pensamiento. En ese terreno del se es soy puro éxtasis cristalino. Se es. Me soy. Tú te eres.

Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesma não posso.

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 own unknown law, and if I don't carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

I am always remote from myself, I am unreachable to myself just as a star is unreachable to me. I contort myself to be able to touch the present time that surrounds me, but I remain remote in relation to this very instant itself. The future, God help me, is closer to me than the present instant.

Who will come to gather the fruit of my life? If not you and I myself?

identity which is the first immanence

Yes, she would explain to neither of them that everything was slowly changing... That she had put away her smile like one who has finally turned off the lamp and decided to go to bed. Now no living thing was allowed in her inner self, merging into it. The way she related to people was becoming increasingly different to the way she related to herself.

Un hombre tarda en encontrar sus manos

Escrevo e assim me livro de mim e posso então descansar.

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

The doubter is a true man of science; he doubts only himself and his interpretations, but he believes in science.

If a man is not faithful to his own individuality, he cannot be loyal to anything.

Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.

Para combatir con mayor eficacia el desasosiego que es tan perjudicial, San Francisco de Sales procura descubrir cuál es la causa ordinaria, por no decir única, de esta falta de paz. Es el amor propio, el buscarse a sí mismo.