Quotes About Self

And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling Him to myself? and what room is there within me, whither my God can come into me? whither can God come into me, God who made heaven and earth? is there, indeed, O Lord my God, aught in me that can contain thee?

Thus, though it is not every creature that can be blessed (for beasts, trees, stones, and things of that kind have not this capacity), yet that creature which has the capacity cannot be blessed of itself, since it is created out of nothing, but only by Him by whom it has been created. For it is blessed by the possession of that whose loss makes it miserable. He, then, who is blessed not in another, but in himself, cannot be miserable, because he cannot lose himself.

But why is Faith believed to be a goddess, and why does she herself receive temple and altar? For whoever prudently acknowledges her makes his own self an abode for her.

Our love, too, proceeding from ourselves and returning to us, would suffice to make our life blessed, and would stand in need of no extraneous enjoyment.

Above all the grace and the gifts that Christ gives to his beloved is that of overcoming self.

He who goes about to reform the world must begin with himself, or he loses his labor.

Such as into himself at last Eternity has changed him.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

You get the picture. The marvelous thing about the human ego is that each one is slightly different. Deep inside you, there's an enormously objectionable force yearning to leap forth and spew toxic goo all over the place. Let it flow!

By contrast, the late-modern and post-modern self has in essence no essence. To this fragmented, fluid and compartmentalized self, denial, far from being an aberration, is only to be expected. This, however, is not just a change in world-views. Freud himself was quite clear that the unitary self of even the healthiest, 'integrated' person was permanently under siege. The self could never be fully socialized; denial and self-deception are part of being human.

The Goddess falls in love with Herself, drawing forth her own emanation, which takes on a life of its own. Love of self for self is the creative force of the universe. Desire is the primal energy, and that energy is erotic: the attraction of lover to beloved, of planet to star, the lust of electron for proton. Love is the glue that holds the world together.

Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous diets, To repeated injuries, To Remington? And that maybe I think With each bit of my body I lose a little piece of my soul

Forget it all, I told myself, escape into your mind and your work, into the place where you are only your living, breathing self, not a citizen of any state, not a stake in that infernal game, the place where only what reason you have can still work to some reasonable effect in a world gone mad.

Maybe everything's not so hard, maybe life is so much easier than I thought, you just need courage, you just need to have a sense of yourself, then you'll discover your hidden resources.

We must "conserve the freedom of our soul and not mortgage it, except on those rare occasions when we deem it the right path".

But we need to make a distinction: we can love this or that, but we cannot "form a marriage bond" unless it is with our own selves.

He is at one and the same time all and nothing, always different and yet ever the same, the Montaigne of 1550, 1560, 1570, 1580, the Montaigne of yesterday.

The woman has a dangerous decision to confront, whether she will live her own life, or that of her children, whether she will be a woman first or a mother first.

One cannot save the individual in the world, one can only defend the individual in oneself. The spiritual man's highest achievement is always freedom, freedom from people, from opinions, from things, freedom to himself.

Geburtstag ist ja Tag, wo man an sich denkt. (... Çünkü doÄŸum günü, insan?n kendi üzerinde düÅŸündüÄŸü bir gündür.)

Die einzige Möglichkeit, den Hass zu bekämpfen, muss aus uns selbst kommen.

Allí perduraba, oculto en lo invisible como el clavo en la madera, una parte de mi propio yo hace tiempo soterrada.

Porque lo esencial de la vida no es su reposo, sino su movilidad. Quién desea aproximarse a su esencia tiene que insistir en una externa peregrinación del espíritu, en una eterna inquietud del corazón cada paso de esa peregrinación es un acercamiento a uno mismo

Tüm dünya yerle bir olurken, insan?n kendisi için çal??mas? bir suç.