Quotes About Self

When the Buddha, dying, entreated his followers to "be a lamp unto your self," I understood he was willing to free his followers even from his own teachings. He had done all he could do, taught them everything he had learned. Now, their own enlightenment was up to them.

In one way, what I saw in those mirrors was the self trapped inside the self, forever. But in another way, the self in the mirror was opening out, in an infinite unfurling. I am the one whose drive is being thwarted. And I am the one who is thwarting it.

Here's the vital core of Winnicott's theory: The subject must destroy the object. And the object must survive this destruction. If the object doesn't survive, it will remain internal, a projection of the subject's self. If the object survives destruction, the subject can see it as separate.

And woe betide the person with the 'double abnormality' of a false self and 'a fine intellect' that they find they can use to escape their pain. 'The world may observe academic success of a high degree, and may find it hard to believe in the very real distress of the individual concerned, who feels 'phoney' the more he or she is successful. [as quoted by Winnicott]

I know that love is about power, too. Who gives, who takes. Who is willing to risk showing their true self.

until we make peace with our homes, we can never quite make peace with ourselves.

I believe what I choose. I am not as simple as I seem. Now go!

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle Khuda bande se khud pooche bata teri raza kya hai.

You are who you think you are. You are what you remember.' 'You sure about that?' 'If you're not, then what the fuck are you?' 'What if you don't remember anything?' 'Ah,' Jason said, 'then you're in trouble.

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.

Man is no form no mighty molecule no just idea alone — all that Thing — I feel man tender radiance at Heart between breast and belly, that physical place where the Self urges — delicate sensation

In this dream I am the Dreamer and the Dreamed I am that I am Ah but I have always known

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

We're stuck in our Selves, And who else to be stuck in? - New York to San Fran

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. —JOHN WEBSTER Grant

It's the remarkable thing about academics: they look at Shakespeare and always see their own faces in him.

the identity of an individual is essentially a function of her choices, rather than the discovery of an immutable attribute

MIND, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavour to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.

MAN, n. An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.

I am one of them. I am also Rachel. I am Risika

I learned about women -- how we are made into the women we've become, how we shape ourselves, how we shape each other.