Quotes About Self

What is the soul?" a man in the audience asked. "The soul," I said, "was the one who just answered the question 'Why are you really here?' It is the wise and whole and brave part of the self. The soul is the ageless longing for truth that sends scientists into the lab and seekers onto the spiritual path." And

What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general, but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment." At

You could believe in God, looking at James. He looked at himself, and decided not to.

Przed chwil? jeszcze ubrana, a teraz naga, jakby to by?a najbardziej naturalna rzecz na ?wiecie.

We do not experience ourselves as a gift until we are engaged in the act of creating.

If my level of happiness depends on something else changing, I'm enslaved for a lifetime. If my level of happiness depends on ME changing, I am free for-evermore!

You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

Check it out. I got a new name tag today." He unclipped it and held it out toward me. I looked at it. "A. GUY." He grinned. "Someone actually asked me what the A stood for," he said, his hand brushing mine as he took the tag back, sliding it into his pocket. "I said Larry.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

Sometimes being me is very confusing.

My full name is Lauren Lee Smith. Of all the names I could have been given, that's the one I got. Lauren Lee Smith. It has all the personality of a toaster.

It's like I'm living inside a mirror. I see things, I do things, but they are just surfaces and nothing more.

You can tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.

God and monster all in one, and mine to worship. ~Kyla

But when I think Oh William!, don't I mean Oh Lucy! too? Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.

I do not have a clue who I have been. Truthfully, I do not understand a thing.

But here they were, and Olive pictured two slices of Swiss cheese pressed together, such holes they brought to this union—what pieces life took out of you. Her eyes were closed, and throughout her tired self swept waves of gratitude—and regret. She pictured the sunny room, the sun-washed wall, the bayberry outside. It baffled her, the world. She did not want to leave it yet.

Er was iets aan haar wat ten diepste -bijna wezenlijk- in harmonie was met zichzelf, zoals iemand is, denk ik, wanneer allebei zijn ouders van hem hebben gehouden.

praise seems unable to enter me.

I really do not know what I mean, except to say that on some very fundamental level, I feel invisible in the world.

Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.