Quotes About Self

Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali.

Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality.

My knowledge of myself is direct, synthetic, from within outwards; my knowledge of other persons is indirect, analytical, from outside inwards. My knowledge of myself starts at the core; that of others at the crust.

Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.

You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.

Keep in mind that you're more interested in what you have to say than anyone else is. ANDY ROONEY

Freedom is an inside job.

I believe in my mask-- The man I made up is me I believe in my dance-- And my destiny

people here have become the people they're pretending to be.

The popular misconception is that narcissists love themselves. In reality, they direct their love at other people's impressions of them. He who loves only impressions is incapable of loving people, himself included.

Having invented himself, the narcissist sees no problem in recasting that which he had designed in the first place. The narcissist is his own repeated Creator - hence his grandiosity.

My mother is regularly torn between being herself and being my mother.

I'm the story of Sheresa. I write a little bit of the fiction of me every day.

I am the cure and the disease.

It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.

The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

The advantage of doing one's praising for oneself is that one can lay it on so thick and exactly in the right places.

Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself.

Self-preservation is the first law of nature.

The advantage of doing one's praising for oneself is that one can lay it on so thick and in exactly the right places.

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know he is dead.

Each moment I felt increasing upon me that dreadful doubt as to my own identity—as to the continuity of my past and present existence—which is the first sign of that distraction which comes on those who have lost themselves in the bush. I had fought against this feeling hitherto, and had conquered it; but the intense silence and gloom of this rocky wilderness were too much for me, and I felt that my power of collecting myself was beginning to be impaired.

He that complies against his will is of his own opinion still Which he may adhere to, yet disown, For reasons to himself best known