Quotes About Self

Who are you and what medications aren't you taking?

Well, let's start with the big one," Creek said. "You're your own nation." Robin considered that for a moment. "For your sake, that had better not be a comment about the size of my ass," she said.   The

In the end I am who I am. I am what I have made myself and what has been made of me. Part of who I am is who you are too; I have given you me as well. I would take your name and hold it in me, and whisper my name in your ear.

Fear isn't the desire to avoid death or pain. Fear is rooted in the knowledge that what you recognize as yourself can cease to exist.

God is love Fear not Be still Know the truth Love your neighbor as you love yourself Love one another as I have loved you

Never deny yourself love, my child. For to deny love is to deny God's greatest gift. And who are we to deny God?

People like you to be something, preferably what they are.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

The quality of owning freezes you forever in I, and cuts you off forever from the we.

I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

For the most part people are not curious except about themselves.

She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream.

Names are a great mystery. I've never known whether the name is molded by the child or the child changed to fit the name. But you can be sure of this- whenever a human has a nickname it is a proof that the name given him was wrong.

He had said, I am a man, and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and halfgod

Show me the man who isn't interested in discussing himself.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much identification from shapes which symbolize continents and states.

It seems to me that man has engaged in a blind and fearful struggle out of a past he can't remember, into a future he can't foresee nor understand. And man has met and defeated every obstacle, every enemy except one. He cannot win over himself. How mankind hates himself.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure—never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?

For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.

I guess this personal hide-and-seek is not unusual. And some people are 'it' all their lives - hopelessly 'it.

When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to. But when you grow up you take your place and you're your own size and shape. Things go out of you to others and come in from other people. It's worse, but it's much better too.

Her self was an island.

His mind grinned inward at itself.