Quotes About Self

It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store; And other, that hath litle, askes no more, But in that litle is both rich and wise. For wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore They are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize, Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.

What a gulf between the self which experiences and the self which describes experience.

You can run, but what are you running from? Your life? You can't run away from your life.

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.

The Prisoner All right, Go ahead! What's in a name? I guess I'll be locked into As much as I'm locked out of!

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.

I want to be able to look at and into a juniper tree, a piece of quartz, a vulture, a spider, and see it as it is in itself, void of all humanly qualities, even the categories of scientific description. ...... I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

Lifting her lovely and longing face towards the inaudible chant of the sun, she drifted through her time, through space, through the concatenate cells of her unfolding self. Where to now, Abbzug? You're twenty-eight and a half years old, Abbzug. 

Freedom begins between the ears.

How curious it was, how ironic, he decided, that the human brain seemed capable of understanding almost everything but itself.

Here is a truth: people are very fascinated by themselves.

I put myself away. I came up with the great vanishing system, in which I could retreat so deep within myself that, though I might still appear the same creature, actually I was very different. I thrust all thoughts and feelings into the depths of me, where they were safe, but in an outward way I became something like an automation.

the experience of the self is always a defeat for the ego.

The Self is the ordering and unifying center of the total psyche (conscious and unconscious) just as the ego is the center of the conscious personality. Or, put in other words, the ego is the seat of subjective identity while the Self is the seat of objective identity. The Self is thus the supreme psychic authority and subordinates the ego to it. The Self is most simply described as the inner empirical deity and is identical with the imago Dei.

It could be you.

Spirituality is... the awareness that survival is the savage fight between you and yourself.

Be a coffee-drinking individual — espresso yourself!

I wondered why somebody didn't do something. Then I realized, I am somebody.

A certificate does not make you certified. Attitude, performance, commitment to self and team — these and a certificate make you certified.

Every man shall bear his own burden.

It's not what you eat but who you are when you eat it.

We run away all the time to avoid coming face to face with ourselves.

Seeing the root of the matter is found in me.

Every man at his best state is altogether vanity.