Quotes About Self

I think sometimes if you are alone, you are freer because your time is your own.

People often search for happiness in another person, when actually it comes from within.

The choices we make shape our identities and our lives.

For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.

Criminals of folly? Ye but sin against self

At that time of ecstasy there is no thought of others; there is NO THOUGHT. Thither I go and none may lead.

Know my purpose: To be a stranger unto myself, the enemy of truth. Uncertain of what ye believe, belike ye half-desire?

Ideas of Self in conflict cannot be slain, by resistance they are a reality- no Death or cunning has overcome them but is there reinforcement of energy. The dead are born again and again lie in the womb of conscience. By allowing maturity is to predicate decay when by non-resistance is retrogression to early simplicity and the passage to the original and unity without idea. From that idea is the formula of non-resistance germinating "Does not matter- please yourself.

Faith is denial, or the metaphor Idiotcy, hence it always fails. To make their bondage more secure Governments force religion down the throats of their slaves, and it always suceeds; those who escape it are but few, therefore their honour is the greater. When faith perishes, the "Self" shall come into its own.

Her way with the chaos in her mind was to cultivate it through the articulations of others, by which she meant the reading of a lifetime with whose aid she created the interesting architecture and geography of herself.

After all, life is really simple; we ourselves create the circumstances that complicate it.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

Now, what if Others were encapsulated in Things, in a way that Being towards Things were not ontologically severable, in Heidegger's terms, from Being towards Others? What if the mode of Dasein of Others were to dwell in Things, and so forth? In the same light, then, what if the Thing were a Dublette of the Self, and not what is called the Other? Or more radically still, what if the Self were in some fundamental way becoming a Xerox copy, a duplicate, of the Thing in its assumed essence?

It's who I am I don't have to try hard

Whatever people say I am, I'm not.

You like me for who i am, you don't like me for who i am, and all you can get is who i am.

Happiness we can only find in ourselves, it is a waste of time to seek for it from others, few have any to spare. Sorrow we have to bear alone as best we can, it is not fair to try to shift it on others, be they men or women. We have to fight our own battles and strike as hard as we can, born fighters as we are.

If you are a Muslim girl, you disappear, until there is almost no you inside you.

The desire not to be anything is the desire not to be.

To say 'I love you' one must first be able to say the 'I.'

To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

He is free to evade reality, he is free to unfocus his mind and stumble blindly down any road he pleases, but not free to avoid the abyss he refuses to see.

I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.