Quotes About Self

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.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

What we love we are.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself.

The roots of workaholism are truly sown in narcissistic homes; 'I do, therefore I am

Testosterone makes people cocky, egocentric, and narcissistic.

For while it's true that the unexamined life is not worth living, it's also the case that the unlived life isn't worth examining.

while it's true that the unexamined life is not worth living, it's also true that the unlived life isn't worth examining.

So much of life is out of our control. I've learned to focus on what I do have control over: myself.

it's easier to change yourself than everyone else.

I say the people exploit themselves. It's their fear, not mine.

My self-confidence was challenged.

It is true that your world is only a mirror of you.

The 'I' that we confidently broadcast to the world is a fiction—a jerry-built container for the volatile unconscious elements that divide and confound us. In this sense, personal history and public history share the same dynamic principle: both are fables agreed upon. – John Lahr

In the sweet light of love I believed I was able to recognize—or required to feel—that the inward self is the only self which really exists.

I cannot live and at the same time despise my life. I must find myself a life, a new life, even if all of life consists only of an endless search for life.

In the sweet light of love I realized, or believed I realized, that perhaps the inward self is the only self which really exists.

the conscious self doesn't create thoughts; it receives them.

Sometimes relationships are an attempt to complete the self the same way it was completed in the original family system.

What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others...And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?

The embodied self is the same person who woke to the world in a burst of visonary immediacy, who soon found that he was not the center of that world but on the contrary, a dependent and even hapless creature, and who then discovered that he was doomed to die

If the self remains in its citadel, anxious to control and heavily defended, it declines in the sources of vitality. To lay the citadel open, however, is to court danger: a danger inseparable from the enhancement of life.