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Quotes About Self

One of the hardest things about recovery is coming to terms with the fact that you can't trust your brain anymore.
~ Jason Rekulak
el mundo entero se mueve a menudo sólo para dejar de ocupar su lugar y usurpar el de otro, sólo por eso, para olvidarse de sí mismo y enterrar al que ha sido, todos nos cansamos indeciblemente de ser el que somos y el que hemos sido.
~ Javier Marías
Al fin y al cabo, el que fue lo contiene el de ahora, el que está y no está y el que va y viene, nadie más puede albergarlo.
~ Javier Marías
es egoísta el insomnio.
~ Javier Marías
YOUR LEAKY FACE Who can see your face? Everyone. Who can't see your face? You.
~ Douglas Stone
strong emotions can seem as if they are part of the environment rather than part of us. It's not that I was angry, we think, it's that the situation was tense. But situations are not
~ Douglas Stone
It is said that all advice is autobiographical
~ Douglas Stone
They're selfish.
~ Douglas Stone
I am who I am because somebody loved me.
~ Dr. Cornel West
We cannot reinvent our fundamental institutions without going against the created order. Some Christians are bending God's rules to satisfy self. As the fads and trends around us come and go, one person endures: Jesus Christ. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. (Heb. 13:8) He is exalted in the heavens, and the earth is His footstool. from: I Never Thought I'd See the Day
~ Dr. David Jeremiah
Cuando el yo deja de ser el rector de la percepción, la realidad se vive tal cual es: cuántica y súbita; esta visión natural rompe la cárcel de la continuidad y asume un carácter milagroso.
~ Dr. Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum
En este sentido vale la pena reflexionar hasta dónde la sensación de poseer un yo es realmente individual. Desde mi particular punto de vista, además de que el yo es un proceso y una idea, su existencia y sus características reflejan patrones colectivos en parte aprendidos y en parte asociados con la existencia de interacciones directas entre cerebros y organismos.
~ Dr. Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum
El cuerpo, la mente, las emociones son otras tantas vestiduras del verdadero yo el cual se viste con ellas pero se encuentra en un lugar "fuera" del espacio y el tiempo, más allá de todo concepto y explicación. El contacto con quien verdaderamente somos es la Iluminación. En ella no desaparece la individualidad sino que se expande para abarcarlo todo.
~ Dr. Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum
Lo más difícil de observar es el mito personal, el tema de la identidad a través de la cual se percibe el mundo. Cuando se logra observarlo, desaparece como filtro y entonces la "Ignorancia Iluminada" se despierta porque ya no existe nada a qué aferrarse, nada de qué depender, nada conocido y familiar que otorgue seguridad.
~ Dr. Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum
Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.
~ Dr. Seuss
He had to admit that the biggest inhibitor to change lies within yourself, and that nothing gets better until you change.
~ Dr. Spencer Johnson
may I be I is the only prayer
~ e e cummings
remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
~ E.E. Cummings
As small as a world as large as alone.
~ E.E. Cummings
I am an i poet.
~ E.E. Cummings
As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time — and whenever we do it, we're not poets.
~ E.E. Cummings
losing through you what seemed myself,i find selves unimaginably mine;beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return —you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
~ E.E. Cummings
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
~ E.E. Cummings
Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self.
~ E.L. Doctorow