Quotes About Self

Eravamo come dei all'alba del mondo e la nostra felicità era così abbagliante che non potevamo vedere altro che noi.

It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

Tu n'es pas défini par tes origines. Ne le laisse pas t'entraîner dans sa chute.

Lass ihn ein Held sein. Du bist etwas anderes. - Und was soll das sein? - Eine Hexe, antwortete ich. Mit grenzenloser Macht. Die nur sich selbst zur Rechenschaft verpflichtet ist.

But I had been a stranger to myself turned to stone for no reason I could name.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

Hevesli o?lum ve hiç kimse olmay? seçmi? bu adam.

I'm always this color," I said. "Because I used to be made of stone.

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure to not dishonour me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

Hayat?m çamurdan ve derinlikten olu?uyordu ama ben o karanl?k sular?n bir parças? de?ildim. O sular?n içindeki bir varl?kt?m

I'm always this colour,' I said. 'Because I used to be made of stone'.

I am made of memories" Patroclus - The song of Achilles

I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.

You gave me back the paradise That I thought I lost for good You helped me find the reasons why It took me by surprise that you understood You knew all along What I never wanted to say Until I learned to love myself I was never ever lovin' anybody else.

This is who I am like it or not

One lonely star you don't know who you are.

A becoming in which one never becomes, a becoming whose rule is neither evolution nor asymptote but a certain turning, a certain turning inward, turning into my own / turning on in / to my own self / at last / turning out of the / white cage, turning out of the / lady cage / turning at last.

I have been trying to place myself in a land of great sunshine, and abandon my will therewith.

attempts to nail down "who we really are" most often serve as rhetorical pawns in unwinnable arguments fueled by competing agendas

Most people decide at some point that it is better … to be enthralled with what is impoverished or abusive than not to be enthralled at all and so to lose the condition of one's being and becoming.

The problem is, of course, that art typically requires an audience, which loops us right back to the problem of observing actions and losing ourselves in consideration of their imagined form.

So far as I can tell, most worthwhile pleasures on this earth slip between gratifying another and gratifying oneself.

That's my depression talking. It's not "me." 89. As if we could scrape the color off the iris and still see.

I want the you no one else can see, the you so close the third person never need apply.