Quotes About Self

Evil deeds are the fruit of an evil heart. They are not an aberration from our true self but a revelation of it.

He had, for a few days, forgotten that wherever he traveled, he must take his own familiar self along, and that that self would loom up between him and new skies, however rosy. It was a good self. He liked it, for he had worked with it. Perhaps it could learn things. But would it learn any more here, where it was chilled by the unfamiliarity, than in his quiet library, in solitary walks, in honestly auditing his life, back in Zenith?

Actually, most of those afflicted with the habit of traveling merely lie about its pleasures and profits. They do not travel to see anything, but to get away from themselves, which they never do, and away from rowing with their relatives--only to find new relatives with whom to row. They travel to escape thinking, to have something to do, just as they might play solitaire, work cross-word puzzles, look at the cinema, or busy themselves with any other dreadful activity.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

Our lessons shape who we are but do not define or limit who we are.

It is my responsibility to feel good, and it is my fault if I don't.

The ego often doesn't know the difference between different and dangerous, so please remember this and know you will always be safe, even if you briefly feel a little uncomfortable at times. We always feel awkward when learning new things, so relax.

You get self-obsessed when you're ill. You can't see anything around you.

Sophie Kinsella

Io non mi sono mai sentita vecchia. Nessuno si sente vecchio. [...] Io mi sono sempre sentita così: una ragazza di vent'anni, per tutta la vita. L'aspetto esteriore è solo... un involucro»

Io non mi sono mai sentita vecchia. Nessuno si sente vecchio. [...] Io mi sono sempre sentita così: una ragazza di vent'anni, per tutta la vita. L'aspetto esteriore è solo... un involucro.

I'm suddenly seeing the other side of me; the side I thought had disappeared forever. All this time, all my stuff was here. Suddenly I have a memory of Eric's words, that first time I asked him about Jon. 'You'd trust Jon with your life.' Maybe that's what I did. Trusted him with my life.

It's perfect justice: natures like yours are hardest on themselves.

The good befriend themselves.

So, when I am nothing—then am I a man?

All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.

This time let me be. Let me rage.

I'm so immersed in all this evil, how could I not be evil too?

You won't listen to reason at all, will you? No. My mind is my own.

I have a lion inside me, and I had to feed it words every few days; when I don't, it begins to eat me instead.

He was reminded of what he liked about Irene so much; that she had not written her war away, she claimed it as her own again and again--near the chichra tree in Five Queen's Road and along the cobbled sidewalk opposite a canal in Maastricht and who knows how many more times in the privacy of her own thoughts.

Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.

Man is the synthesis of the infinite and the finite, the temporal and the eternal, of freedom and necessity, in short it is a synthesis. A synthesis is a relation between two factors. So regarded, man is not yet a self.

He who loves God without faith reflects on himself, while the person who loves God in faith reflects on God.