Quotes About Self

To recognize our many selves is to understand the vast social construction that is not only the individual, but history itself, the present as history. A radical democratic politics must invite us to comprehend this.

Uske apne hi nahi chahte teh uski khusi woh ladki aakhir kehti rahi, Mujhe jaane do

Waqt khraab tha isme sawaal kesa Apne hi gair teh isme malaal kesa

Waqt khraab tha isme sawaal kesa apne hi gair teh isme malaal kaisa

Nothing can be wrong except my own personal attitude, and my attitude will be right IF I trust and am not afraid.

He accepted the belief that the driving force behind the authentic artist is his self-isolation and even his self-immolation.

The only life we know well, the one on which we are the ultimate authority, is our own. The only experience to which we can bear witness is that which we have personally endured and observed.

God is in me or else is not at all (does not exist).

His self and the sun were oneAnd his poems, although makings of his self,Were no less makings of the sun.

It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

Suppose these hours are composed of ourselves, So that they become an impalpable town, full of Impalpable bells, transparencies of sound. Sounding in transparent dwellings of the self, Impalpable habitations that seem to move In the movement of the colors of the mind. Confused illuminations and sonorities, So much ourselves, we cannot tell apart the idea and bearer - being of the idea....

Bantams in Pine-Woods" Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail. Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal. Your world is you. I am my world. You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat! Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines, Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs, And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.

The sky would be full of bodies like wood. There would have been cries of the dead And the living would be speaking, As a self that lives on itself.

I am and have a being and play a part.

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

It was a matter of perspective, I began to see. The whole world was crazy; I'd flattered myself by assuming I was a semifinalist." -- Dolores Price

This point has to be particularly emphasized, because a wrong notion that consciousness is a sort of Self or Soul that continues as a permanent substance through life, has persisted from the earliest time to the present day.

Now , what is Absolute Truth? According to Buddhism, the Absolute Truth is that there is nothing absolute in the world, that everything is relative, conditioned and impermanent, and that there is no unchanging, everlasting, absolute substance like Self, Soul or Atman within or without.

T]he Absolute Truth is that there is nothing absolute in the world, that everything is relative, conditional and impermanent, and that there is no unchanging, everlasting, absolute substance like Self, Soul, Atman within or without.

T]here is no permanent unchanging spirit which can be considered 'Self' or 'Soul', or 'Ego'.

Because Nirvana is thus expressed in negative terms, there are many who have got a wrong notion that it is negative, and expresses self-annihilation. Nirvana is definitely no annihilation of self, because there is no self to annihilate. If at all, it is the annihilation of the illusion, of the false idea of self.

It is the vague feeling 'I AM' that creates the idea of self which has no corresponding reality, and to see this truth is to realize Nirvana[.]

There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we have met the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.