Quotes About Self

Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit

I assumed," Ai-ming told me, "that when Big Mother's stories finished, life would continue and I would go back to being myself. But it wasn't true. The stories got longer and longer, and I got smaller and smaller. When I told my grandmother this, she laughed her head off. She said, 'But that's how the world is, isn't it? Or did you think you were bigger than the world?

People aren't made to float through the air. Unless we know the weight of our bodies, unless we feel the force of gravity, we'll forget what we are, we'll lose ourselves without even noticing.

Unless we know the weight of our bodies, unless we feel the force of gravity, we'll forget what we are, we'll lose ourselves without even noticing.

When she returned, she was full of life, impassioned. She seemed to want change, within herself, between them, and she believed all things were possible. She said that the past was not static, our memories fold and bend, we change with every step taken into the future.

I assumed that when the story finished, life would continue and I would go back to being myself. But it wasn't true. The stories got longer and longer, and I got smaller and smaller. When I told Big Mother this, she laughed her head off. "But that's how the world is, isn't it?

don't forget the value of who you are no matter what kind of hat you are wearing.

He liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he did not consider how black it would be when he was gone. My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.

But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

I was a golden witch, who had no past at all.

I had walked the earth for a hundred generations, yet I was still a child to myself.

All heroes are fools, he liked to say. What he meant was, all heroes but me.

he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

There is no one like you" I said, at last. He regarded me a moment, in silence. "So?

It is likely you are not a witch. But you are something else. Something you have not found yet. And that is why you go P.240

I am made of memories

Have you no memories?" 'I am made of memories.

It is a thing of nerves , this brutish sting, this erotic obsession, of nerves and of the psyche, the soul, the self! The flesh is pathetically, beautifully, grotesquely innocent. It is in the nerves that all lecheries, all lusts, all passions lie...in the nerves and the imagination.

All that his tipsiness did was to make him five times more his natural self than in normal times. And Mr. Geard's natural self was a thing of mountainous potency.

A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself. But

My purpose is to entertain myself first and other people secondly.

The new culture. And they are indeed present and available, in exhausting quantity, but there is a curious tastelessness about them. A woman who does not guard and treasure herself cannot be of very much value to anyone else.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Only the individual, or that part of life which is in the firm grasp of the individual, is real.