Quotes About Self

You cannot change the seasons, but you can change yourself.

Sense of self, and the way one shares it, is perhaps the most valuable and poetic gift in the arsenal of one's life and craft.

Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It's the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.

As actors we give so much of ourselves away so I like to keep my personal life to myself.

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.

Maybe it isn't the room that's different. Maybe it's me.

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.

Mudah untuk memberi semua orang yang mereka inginkan. Yang mereka harapkan. Masalahnya, dengan melakukan itu kau lupa di mana kau sebenarnya di mulai dan di mana kau yang palsu, sosok yang mencoba menjadi segalanya bagi semua orang, berakhir.

tom de vermelho do meu cabelo

I lean in and look at myself, and it's not my face but someone else's

Quais sentimentos são reais? Quais dos meus eus sou eu?

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

I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

You don't see things as they are. You see things as you are. -- Talmud

I'm Harry Bushman.

If the mother can't afford to hire a nurse, she should pretend she is one herself: "she must look upon herself while performing the functions of a nurse as a professional woman and not as a sentimentalist masquerading under the name of 'Mother.

Listen to your heart, because in the end it is your heart that matters.

Found, I told myself. Try to get found.

Jung called the Shadow 'the seat of creativity'. Embracing the Shadow means opening yourself up to possibilities, letting go of fixed certainties about the Self and the world. It means engaging with complications and conflicts, which are necessary aspects of all creative work.

The more uncertain I have felt about myself,' Jung said, 'the more there has grown up in me a feeling of kinship with all things.

Our drive to keep and preserve seems to have achieved only the obliteration of self and memory.

when he slipped out of his mother's womb, he was already filled with interior spaces that didn't belong to him, and he can't just look inside to inspect his own interior.

Margot would say she belongs to herself. Kitty would say she belongs to no one. And I guess I would say I belong to my sisters and my dad, but that won't always be true. To belong to someone—I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

The future is unclear. But it's still mine.