Quotes About Self

Being aware is being aware of one's own mind and the games it plays on itself.

The irony is that while he has defined himself as a multi-faceted being, he is the impatient entity ceaselessly operating in terms of his sexuality: fearing it, seeking it, demanding it, proving it, forcing & enforcing it. His is an ejaculatory politics. Just as long ago he forgot what "self" truly could be, so he forgot what "power" really is.

Find the love inside of yourself, and the rest will follow. I promise you this with every inch of my being. I know this much is true, and I've got the scars to prove it.

Your own fire, your spirit. We all carry a piece of that sacred fire within us. We have to honour it and care for it. You are the fire keeper.

Individuality is cherished and nurtured

but there's fire you must tend to every day. The hardest one to take care of is the one right here," he says, tapping his finger against his chest. "Your own fire, your spirit. We all carry a piece of that sacred fire within us. We have to honor it and care for it. You are the firekeeper.

I wish in the city of your heart you would let me be the street where you walk when you are most yourself. I imagine the houses: It has been raining, but the rain is done and the children kept home have begun opening their doors.

Because it's a person

It doesn't matter who she is, it matters who you are.

he knew that the face someone showed the world could be at odds with the psyche.

Yes, she had held her family together, but at what cost to herself.

know, some secret self, maybe it's hiding in here. I read in one of those clutter clearing books that if you have sealed boxes in your life, then there are places within yourself you're afraid to confront.

You can choose and create the life you want. You are the author of your reality.

Or she could listen to that other voice, the voice that wasn't a voice but something so deep, so indivisible from her own consciousness that it didn't have sound.

She watched. That was her gift. To disappear into the black, sink into the shadows behind and between. That's where you really saw things for what they were, when people revealed their true natures, Everyone was on broadcast these days, thrusting out versions of themselves, cropped and filtered for public consumption. Everyone putting on the show of me. It was when people were alone, unobserved, that the mask came off

I'm trying to make myself invisible. That's an odd thing to attempt.

Is a man truly what he see himself to be?' 'Only if what he sees is true.

In other words our own earliest sense of self-identity is associated with learning the language of our cultural womb.

Call me The Giver," he told Jonas.

He's changing, isn't he?" Matty replied, startling himself, because he had not spelled it out in his mind before, had not said it aloud yet, yet here it was, and he was saying it to Jean. He felt an odd sense of relief. Jean began to cry softly. "Yes," she said. "He has traded his deepest self.

he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later.

Identity. That's my elephant. The thought came with certainty, without the question mark on the end this time. Not fame, exactly, though recognition was some kind of important cement for it. But what you were was what you did. And I did more, oh yes. If a hunger for identity were translated into, say, a hunger for food, he'd be a more fantastic glutton than Mark ever dreamed of being. Is it irrational, to want to be so much, to want so hard it hurts? And how much, then, was enough?

Learn everything that existed in the universe, and whatever was left, that dwarfish-man-shaped hole in the center, would be him by process of elimination.