Quotes About Self

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not 'yours,' not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are.

Mensen zijn dwaze wezens, die graag willen dat anderen weten wie zij werkelijk zijn.

The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.

My revolution of the Self, which has been such an essential part of my life so far, is all about discovering death. My destiny is to make art for my own requiem: art which gives meaning to death, tracing the beauty of colours and space in the silence of death's footsteps and the 'nothingness' it promises.

Myself I must remake.

To seize control over the laws of Mother Nature one must attain self-mastery.

Todo el mundo piensa en cambiar el mundo, pero nadie piensa en cambiarse a sí mismo. — Leo Tolstoy

La identidad y la posesión forman parte del dominio del ego. A través del ego nos apegamos a una ideología, a un partido político, a una persona y a nuestras opiniones fragmentadas y apasionadas.

But history is that rare woman who doesn't like to look at herself in the mirror. History, when she finds herself in front of one, wipes and wipes its surface at though in this way she might change her face to something better

You don't look normal, dear. You look sick. Because sick and not normal are the same thing. You're destroying yourself, and no one is going to tell you that - no one.

Who knows who you are... A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end...

Besides, I can't, I no longer have the strength to destroy this painful piece of myself, which might turn out to be the piece I value most.

Alçak gönüllülük erdem, gurursa kusurdur. "Biz" tanr?dan, "Ben" ÅŸeytandan gelir.

In order to establish the true value of a function, one must take it to its limits. And it's clear that yesterday's ridiculous "dissolution into the universe," taken to its limits, is death. Because death is exactly that: the ultimate dissolution of my self into the universe. And hence, if "L" signifies love and "D" signifies death, then L=f(D) - that is, love is a function of death.

Kendimi duyumsuyorum. Ama sadece içine kirpik kaçan göz, ÅŸiÅŸmiÅŸ parmak veya çürük diÅŸ kendini duyumsar, bireysel varl???n?n bilincine var?r. SaÄŸl?kl? göz veya parmak ya da diÅŸ varlarm?? gibi görünmezler. Yani gayet aç?k, deÄŸil mi? Kendi kendinin bilincine varmak hastal?kt?r.

And it's also clear that what I felt yesterday, that stupid "dissolving in the universe", if you take it to its limit, is death. Because that's exactly what death is-the fullest possible dissolving of myself into the universe.

Buzele ei erau ale mele, sorbeam, sorbeam, m? dezlipeam, priveam în t?cere ochii deschiÈ™i spre mine - È™i din nou...

the natural course from nullity to grandeur is to forget that you are a gramme and to feel that you are a millionth part of a ton.

Kendimi hissediyorum. Ama sadece içine bir ÅŸey kaçan göz, yaral? parmak ya da aÄŸr?yan diÅŸ kendini hisseder ve bireyselliÄŸini kavrar. SaÄŸl?kl? göz, parmak ve diÅŸ adeta yoktur. KiÅŸisel bilincin bir hastal?ktan ibaret olduÄŸu apaç?k ortada deÄŸil mi?

For death is exactly the most complete dissolution of the self in the universe. Hence: L=f (D), love is the function of death.

Is it not clear then, that consciousness of oneself is a sickness?

If only I had a mother, the way the ancients had. I mean my own mother. And if for her I could be —not the Builder of the Integral, and not number D-503, and not a molecule of the One State, but just a piece of humanity, a piece of her own self, trampled, crushed, outcast . . .

I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?