Quotes About Self

it may be a superhuman effort to lose oneself so completely, but that's nothing compared to the effort of getting oneself back again

L'esprit est son propre lieu et peut faire en lui-même un Paradis de l'Enfer et ainsi de suite

Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?

great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

Mi casa está donde yo esté.

I am nothing in my soul if not possessive

And it may be a superhuman effort to lose oneself so completely, but that's nothing compared to the effort of getting oneself back again.

What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted—

The only way that I will ever be great to myself is not what I do to my body but what I do to my mind.

Yes: I repeat it this day. I know no effectual remedy for the love of self, but a believing apprehension of the love of Christ.

The majority of men could sooner be brought to believe themselves a piece of lava in the moon than to take themselves for a self.

I am not the we of anyone

I would suggest that subjectively experienced feelings arise, ultimately, from the interactions of various emotional systems with the fundamental brain substrates of "the self," but, as already mentioned, an in-depth discussion of that troublesome issue will be postponed until Chapter 16.

You — no one else!

Remember, nothing will change until you do.

You must find a place in yourself where nothing is impossible. DEEPAK CHOPRA Author of The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

We are all like the clay Buddha covered with a shell of hardness created out of fear, and yet underneath each of us is a 'golden Buddha' a 'golden Christ' or a 'golden essence,' which is our real self....Much like the monk with the hammer and the chisel, our task now is to discover our true essence once again.

You'll see...Everyone foolishly goes through hating their past—when they should realize it is the one true thing you have.

My youthful dream of becoming a writer has been realized. I am so pleased I did not let my young self down.

I keep trying to feel who I was, and cannot. — Jack Gilbert, from "Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina," Collected Poems (Knopf, 2012)

My friend, you are truly yourself alone. God must have broken the mould after turning you out.

This is a declaration of war on the human body. And when a man declares war on himself, the first casualty is woman. It is a war that is still being fought.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves There's no need for rain It's our own parade Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now

Bad enough I'm a goddamn burden to myself.