Quotes About Self

Ritual disposal of the dead speaks clearly of an awareness of death, and thus an awareness of self.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

[We assume] that the self is an actual living thing, but it's not. It's a projection which our clever brains create in order to cheat ourselves from the reality of death.

In order to purify yourself, you have to understand yourself, Father Trais went on. Everything out in the world is also in you. Good, bad, evil, perfection, death, everything. So we study our souls.

Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve - not so much for the death as for ourselves.

The belief that consciousness extends beyond death is surely to put more belief in the permanence of self, not less. That seems to me a comfort that you're allowing yourself.

To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.

If we lose our memory, we lose ourselves. Forgetting is one of the symptoms of death. Without memory we cease to be human beings.

A bearer of news of death appears to himself as very important. His feeling - even against all reason - makes him a messenger from the realm of the dead.

One puts off the biography like you put off death. To write an autobiography is to etch the words on your own gravestone.

I don't give the same credibility to my being that other people give to theirs. Everything feels acted.

Sabbath had the power, and he knew it, of being no one with anything much to lose.

Tivesse ele mantido um diário de dor, o único registro teria sido uma palavra: eu.

pas la peine de creuser bien loin avec ces gens là, ils portent leur vieil inconscient en bandoulière

in truth nothing lives in me life my life.

in truth nothing lives in me like my life.

A emoção principal, como já disse, era o desejo ardente. E ainda é. Não há alívio para esse desejo nem para a minha noção de mim mesmo como suplicante. Está claro: temo-lo quando estamos com ela e temo-lo quando estamos sem ela. Sendo assim, quem terminou? Fui eu, não indo à festa, ou foi ela ao aproveitar o facto de eu não ter ido?

Había aprendido lo peor de las lecciones que puede dar la vida: la de que carece de sentido. Y cuando sucede tal cosa, la felicidad nunca vuelve a ser espontánea, sino que es artificial e, incluso entonces, se compra el precio de un obstinado distanciamiento de uno mismo y de su historia.

Being Zuckerman is one long performance and the very opposite of what is thought of as being oneself.

might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

It might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

I had a small looking glass on the wall and I stood before it and gazed at my own reflection.

I love life, but not everything in it. I love people, but not all of them. I love myself, but not everything about me.

Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.