Quotes About Self

I'm one of those people who thinks that changing one's hair is the only part of the body that you can change at will.

If I am not for myself, who is for me? And when I am for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?

IF you are not for yourself, who will be for you? If you are only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when?

The natural healing force within each of us is the greatest force in getting well.

It represented, in moments of desperation, the possibility of finally cheating myself out of exile.

How readily and thinly we procure these fictional selves, deceiving the world and what we might have become if only we hadn't got in the way, if only we had waited to see what might have become of us.

Naoma, and to the rest of the world she was Um

Every hero is the villain of his own story.

Can't get away from your own self.

What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I'm not?

Being infected, being a vampire, it' s always you. Maybe it' s more you than ever before. It' s you as you always were, deep down inside.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

A king is not his crown.

We labor under so many illusions about ourselves until we're stripped bare. Being infected, being a vampire, it's always you. Maybe it's more you than ever before. You, distilled. You, boiled down like a sauce. But it's you as you always were, deep down inside.

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don't know who I am at all. And either way I'm not happy.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what's left is all construct, all artifice.

You don't know what you are.

Cassel, she said, you want to know how to be the most charming guy anyone's ever met? Remind them of their favorite person. Everyone's favorite person is their own damn self.

It takes bravery to be an adventurer," Odette said, lifting her drink and walking away. "And what better adventure than the discovery of our true selves?

We are all capable of great self-deception when it serves us.

I couldn't stop being afraid of myself. Afraid of the monster I saw when I glimpsed my reflection in still pools, in windows... But all I am is magic. Unmagic. I am nothing. I am what is beyond nothing. Annihilation. I am the unraveler. I can pull apart magic with a thought.

No quiero ser un monstruo, pero quizá sea demasiado tarde para poder ser otra cosa.

And then I had to learn how to be a person all the time. I tried to be, for you.

But my heart keeps beating harder, and I shrink into myself, as though if I am still enough, anxiety will stop gnawing on my insides.