Quotes About Self

The self or wealth, which is greater? Gain or loss, which is more painful?

We ought not to do to our future selves what it would be wrong to do to other people.

What am I more than elaborate sentience?

I believe that most of us have false beliefs about our own nature, and our identity over time, and that, when we see the truth, we ought to change some of our beliefs about what we have reason to do.

No fui yo quien hizo esto, sino un yo anterior»

and either I'm nobody, or I'm a nation

You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart.

One should never love anyone so greatly that you allow them to take control of your destiny

forgiveness is not a choice you make for someone else; it is a choice you make for yourself.

I think it's as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives - maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit makes you yourself and not anyone else. You don't usually show that bit of yourself to anyone, usually, unless sometimes to someone that ye love greatly.

There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.

Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully.

It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives - maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence.

But you are not God, and there are limits to what you can expect of yourself.

And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway.

Why, the lines of your palm show what ye are, dear. That's why they change—or should. They don't, in some people; those unlucky enough never to change in themselves, but there are few like that.

It's Ã¢â'¬Â¦ difficult to explain. It's Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it's like Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I think it's as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives—maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.

Jamie, have you ever done something for yourself alone—not with any thought of anyone else?

I feel more Asian than anything.

I want people to see themselves in a person. I never want someone to aspire to be someone else.

I think being an atheist is something you are, not something you do.