Quotes About Self

It is important to be aware, who you are now than who you are going to be.?

Whenever I use to think of others, I had to sacrifice myself...., Its called life in earth where you had to think a lot to do or not to do, the things you like or dislike.....

Most of the time, our fight is all about saving us from ourselves.

The truth for a man, it's what makes him a man.

The question isn't whether I have time to read or not (time that nobody will ever give me, by the way), but whether I'll allow myself the pleasure of being a reader.

Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.

For Christmas I do gift bags for my friends and the cast, and I put 'treat yo self' key chains in there. And people send me pictures of 'treat yo self' all the time.

I love to act and put on a show, but you're playing a character all the time. For music, it's really just me being myself.

I'm just cruising, doing me, having a good time and focusing on getting better.

As time goes by, I realize that I do trust the wind. And I often write my songs for myself.

People who don't see their nature and imagine they can practice thoughtlessness all the time are lairs and fools.

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

Thus the radii of all education run together into one center which is called personality.

The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.

I think the inner and outer aspects of the self together make one person.

Seeing one's books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflection of their minds and their selves.

For you to be free of your thinking mind, that will cost you the way that you've put your self together. It will cost you your patterned self.

It was in idleness that one came face-to-face with the I AM. With simple, elemental Being.

Mentimos para convencer al mundo, y para convencernos a nosotros mismos, de que somos algo que no somos...

And the need to dissemble after all these years of doing so just seemed too much of an effort now.

She could feel the old pain and despised herself for allowing it still to hurt. But how she had loved him!

She could never make him happy. She had nothing of her real self to offer him.

She looked her usual calm, dignified self—but he had learned last night, if he had not suspected it before, that she had had long practice donning this particular mask.

He wanted to be himself again. Except that there was no being himself ever again.