Quotes About Self

Your true homeland is the universe. Your true goal is to be yourself Your true love is the love of life. Your true power is your powerto help. Your true happiness is to enjoy what you do. Your true work is to create beauty. Your true magic is to develop your attention. Your true social action is to liberate consciences. Your true discipline is to tame your ego. Your true truth "The others are also me

Soledad es no saber estar consigo mismo.

Yo era el que pensaba, ¿pero quién me pensaba? Yo era la conciencia, luego la conciencia de la conciencia, luego la conciencia de la conciencia de la conciencia...

I don't live in France, I live in myself.

One does not go to the theater to escape from himself, but to reestablish contact with the mystery that we all are.

algo me dice que acumulamos en algún rincón todos los yoes que creemos haber perdido por el camino.

Quien actúa de modo automático es esencia sin existencia".

Listening to Ella furiously and endlessly unfurl the yarns of the Mingus tales, I understood that the need to tell stories is deeply embedded in our minds, and inseparably entangled with the mechanisms that generate and absorb language. Narrative imagination--and therefore fiction--is a basic evolutionary tool of survival. We process the world by telling stories and produce human knowledge through our engagement with imagined selves.

Man reaches a point in his life when unchanging becomes a matter of pride; the habits and remnants of youth are thereafter kept in the museum of the self.

It's not about where you belong, it's about what belongs to you," I told her...I was twenty-seven (and a half) and Sarajevo belonged to me.

He acquired the unknowable, variable depths; he could be anyone he wanted to be, and if he didn't like who he became, he could switch again, going in, going out. And who the fuck are you?

Ose?ao se gospodarem vremena i preko njega gospodarem znanja, a kako je verovao da znanje otvara vrata svakoj težnji za boljitkom, ose?ao se i gospodarem svoje sudbine.

The thing (as one) no longer throws its shadow upon another thing; instead, it throws its shadow upon itself, thus becoming, at the same time, the thing and its shadow. When the sun is at its zenith, things are not simply exposed ("naked", as it were); they are, so to speak, dressed in their own shadows.

It is not about recentering the subject (via the effect of recognition), but about decentering her radically, producing a subjective split in its purest form. The temporal dimension comes into play at this very juncture.

If he didn't like the writing, then he didn't like her, and everything she had done in her whole life would be for nothing.

It's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.

You can't respect yourself if you're letting someone beat you up–inside or out.

The thing about Sarah was, she always did what I wanted her to do. Always. And that was because she was me, and I was her. She never disappointed me. She always showed up. Wyatt disappointed me precisely because he was real. He was a real boy who could not climb my tower in the slippery rain.

But even if I could change my hair, my nose, my chin, I couldn't perform plastic surgery on my soul.

The only place where you can regain lost paradises is in yourself

It's your life. Only you can choose what you make with it, whether it's chicken salad or chicken shit.

We are what We have lost

We are what We have lost ? Alex Kuo

Beauty is the PR campaign of the soul.