Quotes About Self

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

What am I afraid of? Why can't I even want to get better? When am I me and how do I know that and who would I be if I did what they want? How did I get like this?

What are these scars from? she asked. They're battle wounds, I replied. She looked at me for a long time. Who were you battling? Myself.

Stupido corpo. Che senso ha farmi crescere i peli e lasciare invece che i capelli cadano?

when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time

i imagine therefore I belong and am free.

Shyness has laws: you can only give yourself, tragically, to those who least understand.

I imagine, therefore I belong and am free".' Of

Humility! The last trap that awaits the ego in search of absolute truth.

And a flower, doesn't even know it's own beauty it's entire life. Sad, huh?

Nothing that comes and goes is you. 'I am bored.' Who knows this? 'I am angry, sad, afraid.' Who knows this? You are the knowing, not the condition that is known.

Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far, did you lose yourself somewhere out there, did you get to be a star, and don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who you are?

Pretty sad. Pretty lonely. But that's how I prefer it? I quess? I guess. It's a good guess. It's the best quess ever.

I'm always alone. Sad face emoticon.

My own heart let me more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

Nature is a mirror in which I am reflected, because by rescuing this land from sad devastation [through recreating it in photographs], I am in fact trying to save myself from my own inner sadness.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

I know people who believe in ghosts but don't believe in themselves. It's kind of sad. Okay you don't think you'll ever make it as a musician, but last night you saw a translucent caveman.

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

When science discovers the center of the universe a lot of people will be disappointed to find they are not it.

I never really saw myself as writing science fiction anyway.

We ourselves are the entities to be analyzed.