Quotes About Self

What you want is the whole of me—isn't it, isn't it? —and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

While I stand and regard it, the indifference to myself shown by a work of art in itself is art.

She was anxious to be someone, and, no one having ever voiced a prejudice in her hearing without impressing her, had come to associate prejudice with identity. You could not be someone without disliking things.

There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.

Fight for your lord, fight for his honour, but never forget that you were fighting for yourself too.

The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

Your Real Self is the permanent atom of your identity, the rock of ages that remains unmoved by the restless tides of life.

Percival Everett by Virgil Russell

Because in this world there is always a monster. And often, the monster is you.

This was the hour she loved; this lonely hour when the others were distant in sleep and she was alone in the house; when she could cry if she wanted to, or curse, or sit at her work and think or remember and no longer be anything but herself. There is a latitude to late night, when one's thoughts dare to travel, and the emotions are free, no longer frightened by confinement.

We don't realize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme self who is eternally at peace.

Someone once said to me,said Marguerite, that our home, our special country, is where we find liberation. I suppose she meant that it is where our souls find it easiest to escape from self, and it seem to me that it is that way with us when what is about us echoes the best that we are.

Never hide from adverse criticism. Mockery, indifference, misunderstanding— welcome the lot. Criticism of your work is much the same as criticism of yourself, you know, your work being an extension of yourself, and there's nothing like good slashing personal criticism for begetting humility.

Is independence so bad for one?" asked Daphne. "Nothing worse," said Harriet. "It gives you a wonderful conceit of yourself.

It's only the immortal thing that a man can be judged on, that bit of himself that he makes as he does the best he can with what fate handed out to him.

Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel—and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she.

When you travel your first discovery is that you do not exist.

Who's to say we can't have many loves and many identities? we can hold more in our heads than we think.

Ich weiß es nicht genau. Umwerfend - aber auch etwas unwirklich. Als wäre ich gleichzeitig zwei Personen: Eine, der es passiert, und eine, der es unmöglich passieren kann.

Fears and hopes and dreams and sorrows all will dissolve like the fog they are, and what will be left is the light and warmth of my deepest self or soul or whatever it might be.

We stood in silence, and then the long-haired man repeated, "You are in pain. Do you know why?" "No, why?" I asked, even though I certainly did know why. "Because you are afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Afraid of yourself," the man said, placing his hand on his chest and patting his heart. "You are afraid to feel your real feelings. You are afraid to want what you really want. What do you want?

Elizabeth Lesser

Rumi speaks of the Open Secret. He says that each one of us is trying to hide a secret—not a big bad secret, but a more subtle and pervasive one.

When we practice dying, we are learning to identify less with Ego and more with Soul. —RAM DASS