Quotes About Self

I felt like a real girl.

And sometimes I feel as if, already, I am not here—

I said I was tired of loving my mother and father—I was so vain about being able to love them. But who says I love them? If I loved them, I could love myself.

Once, each summer, I howl, and draw myself back, out of there

My dear, you cannot make someone else happy. The other person must find happiness in themselves.

From a character's mother in THE ROMANCE READER'S GUIDE TO LIFE: "Resentment is the poison you drink yourself hoping it will kill the other fellow.

And what is magic after all but a man's power to change the world while it is incapable of changing him? (Aubrey)

I am who I am, born that way, and will die that way.

No one can ever make your dream perfect but you.

I'm single my life world

What he did know was that the only way to get from nowhere to somewhere was to believe in yourself and take a chance.

I'm not a businessman. I'm a business, man.

We all have to find beauty within us, as opposed to just our exterior.

This was how I learned Eternity all foes gone Just me here now And free to vary

Alone, one feels the whole universe, and none of one's personality.

It was a reminder of what a human self was, and what a human life was: not a beautiful glass lamp just this side of being broken, or a lovely gold ring with a single dent in it. But a bettered old seashell, formed over millions of years, made to endure.

Maybe I have to think about myself less as a woman with this woman's special task, and more as an individual with her own special task—not put woman before my individuality.

Unwilling to be naked, I had made her naked instead.

When we try to turn ourselves into a beautiful object, it is because we mistakenly consider ourselves to be an object, when a human being is really the other two: a gesture, and a reproduction of the human type.

How could I castrate my mind--neuter it!--and build up a resistance to know what was mine from what was everyone else's, and finally be in the world in my own way? That endless capacity for empathy--which you have to really kill in order to act freely, to know your own desires!

I had to be so ugly that the humiliation I brought on myself would humiliate him, too. I would have to strip every last filament of golf from my skin - all the gold I had put there - and strip the fold from his skin, so that none of the gold on him would reflect onto me, and so we would be in utter darkness together.

From now on I want to follow my heart, to do what is right for me. Instead of trusting myself, I trusted the world more. Why did I trust it for so long? All the time I was listening to myself, did I ever make a mistake? I often did. But isn't the freedom to make mistakes bigger and more important than all the advice in this world?

To me it's also talking about how it's okay to have your own identity in the face of all this pressure to have some other identity.

My usual self is a very unusual self.