Quotes About Self

Sometimes, I felt like if I could just fold up into a small enough ball, my body would collapse on itself like a star, and I could supernova myself into a new existence.

I wasn't delusional. I wasn't dreaming. I was an heiress.

When you're hurting, you hurt yourself.

It was warm and safe and happy-but it wasn't me. [Cassandra Hobbes]

you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

There is something fundamentally wrong with you

I wasn't a puzzle. I was just a girl.

The world is your motherfaxing oyster. It's okay to want things.

Though you work like mad to keep parts of you undiscovered, it is horrible to imagine that you will be completely successful. As the psychologist D.W. Winnicott wrote, "It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found.

All I know is what I wonder: Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me? There is only one me I've ever really liked, and he was good and awake as long as he could be.

But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

Better to be the hunter than the hunted. Even if you're hunting yourself.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.

I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they're all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain" -Finch

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me?

You never know what someone's hiding. We all hide ourselves when we need to.

You are the most amazing person I've ever met. You're different. You're you. Always. Who else can say that except maybe Seth Powell, and he's an idiot. You, Libby Strout, are not an idiot.

the good sense to fortify himself with the things of the flesh for the struggles of the spirit.

The personality and the ego scream, while the soul whispers.

If a man must make excuses for himself, continually argue with himself that he is a man, then he is better off dead.

De meeste schaduw in dit leven veroorzaken we door in ons eigen zonlicht te gaan staan.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

In the sudden change that had come over her heart she no longer recognized herself