Quotes About Self

They worshipped themselves as the measure of all significance

What was your name again? Still Eve. No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way.

This isn't about you. Oh, it is, you coldhearted bastard. It is.

I am bigger than the box I'm in.

No. I can't change. I shouldn't change.

Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces.

That's funny. I've always liked Naomi's version of me the best. I'm always much more interesting when she talks about me.

Nowhere in the known world, it seemed to her, could she live as she'd been created: at once a creature of body and of mind. It was a precept so universal as to seem a law of nature: one aspect of a woman's existence must dominate the other. And a woman like Ester must choose, always, between desires: between fealty to her own self, or to the lives she might bring forth and nurture.

I remade my heart. I learned to conduct myself in love so it could not betray me.

two people: the one inside that was the truth, and the one outside that almost everyone believed him to be.

Too late, too late, your love gave me life. Here am I the creature you made through your loving; by your passion you created the thing that I am. Who are you to deny me the right to love? But for you I need never have known existence.

Para respetar la libertad de los otros, hay que empezar por respetarse a sí mismo.

Be you and only you, which means be you and all the people you have loved...

most people care more about their appearance than they do about the condition of their souls.

Irrational fear feeds on itself and grows. You must deny it.

When I function in only one mode or the other, I am denying half myself, half my potential.

I reminded myself that the heart is deceitful above all things.

Because when you're doing it, then it's just something you do. But if you talk about it, then it's something you are

I'm only what I'm here to be.

Protracted self-promotion drains something essential from the soul

On the road that I have taken, one day, walking, I awaken, amazed to see where I have come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

No one could make a fool of himself in dying, regardless of his delusions; life was the stage for fools, and no one earned mockery by going to his grave.

our age, self-indulgence and self-destruction, rather than self-sacrifice, are the foundations for new heroic myths.