Quotes About Self

Now we can understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice, her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror. It was a battle with her mother. It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies, to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below. It was not an easy task: her soul – her sad, timid, self-effacing soul – lay concealed in the depths of her bowels and was ashamed to show itself.

You know,' he went on, 'novels are the fruit of the human illusion that we can understand our fellow man. But what do we know about each other?' 'Nothing,' said Bibi. 'True,' said Joujou. The professor of philosophy acquiesced with a nod of the head. 'The only thing we can do,' said Banaka, 'is to give an account of our own selves. Anything else is an abuse of power. Anything else is a lie.

Hace mucho tiempo, el hombre oía extrañado el sonido de un golpeteo dentro de su pecho y no tenía idea de su origen. El cuerpo era una jaula y dentro de ella había algo que miraba, escuchaba, temía, pensaba y se extrañaba; ese algo, ese resto que quedaba al sustraerle el cuerpo, ese algo era el alma. La cara no es más que una especie de tablero de instrumentos en el que desembocan todos los mecanismos del cuerpo.

L'uomo vuole, attraverso l'azione, rivelare la propria immagine, ma quest'immagine non gli assomiglia.

Estão ambos classificados, etiquetados e é segundo a fidelidade de cada um à sua etiqueta que serão julgados (mas, é claro, é a isso e a nada mais que se chama com ênfase: ser fiel a si próprio).

E' un'ingenua illusione pensare che la nostra immagine sia solo un'apparenza, dietro la quale è nascosto il nostro io come unica, vera essenza, indipendente dagli occhi del mondo. (...) è proprio il contrario: il nostro io è una pura apparenza, inafferabile, indescrivibile, nebulosa, mentre l'unica realtà, fin troppo facilmente afferrabile e descrivibile, è la nostra immagine agli occhi degli altri. E il peggio è che tu non ne sei padrone.

Podemos nos esconder atrás de nossa imagem, podemos desaparecer para sempre atrás de nossa imagem, podemos nos separar de nossa imagem: nunca somos nossa própria imagem

é precisamente ao perder a certeza da verdade e o consentimento unânime dos outros que o homem se torna indivíduo.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain. ? Milan Kundera, Immortality (Gardners Books; 1st edition, July 31, 2000) Originally published January 12th 1990.

Lo que de la vida es insoportable, no es ser, sino ser su yo

Estaba enamorado de su propio destino y le parecía que incluso su marcha hacia la perdición era sublime y hermosa.

La obsesión de los primeros es lírica: se buscan a sí mismos en las mujeres, buscan su ideal y se ven repetidamente desengañados porque un ideal es, como sabemos, aquello que nunca puede encontrarse. El desengaño que los lleva de una mujer a otra le brinda a su inconstancia cierta disculpa romántica, de modo que muchas mujeres sentimentales pueden sentirse conmovidas por su terca poligamia.

But who then was he? What could his own self really consist of? He bent over that self in order to peer into it, but all he could find was the reflection of himself bending over himself to peer into that self... Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere

Omul care alearg? îÈ™i simte greutatea, vârsta, este mai conÈ™tient ca oricând de sine È™i de curgerea vieÈ›ii sale.

En nuestro mundo, en el que hay cada vez más rostros cada vez más parecidos, es difícil para una persona confirmar la originalidad de su yo y convencerse a sí misma de su irrepetible unicidad.

The old scholar was watching the noisy young people around him and it suddenly occurred to him that he was the only one in the whole audience who had the privilege of freedom, for he was old. Only when a person reaches old age can he stop caring about the opinions of his fellows, or of the public, or of the future. He is alone with approaching death and death has no ears and does not need to be pleased. In the face of death a man can do and say what pleases his own self.

La opinión que esa gente le merece no es buena y se enfada consigo mismo por sentirse tan afectado por esas miradas. Es algo que carece de lógica. ¿Cómo es posible que alguien que estime tan poco a la gente, dependa tanto de su opinión?

Teresa se avergonzó desde su infancia de que la madre hubiera ocupado los rasgos de su cara y confiscado su yo. Pero lo peor era que el antiguo imperativo ¡ama a tu padre y tu madre! La obligaba a estar de acuerdo con aquella ocupación y a llamar aquella agresión amor

El amor es el deseo de encontrar a la mitad perdida de nosotros mismos

ZAR NE VIDIŠ DA NI TO LICE NA TEBI NIJE TVOJE? POGLEDAJ NA BILO KOJU FRESKU ILI SLIKU PA ?EŠ GA ZA?AS NA?I. TEBI JE SAMO PRIVREMENO DATO NA ?UVANJE, DA GA MALO NOSIŠ, KAO TU? ŠEŠIR, PA ?E OTI?I DALJE. TO ISTO VREDI I ZA TVOJ GLAS I ZVIŽDUK. OSVRNI SE, UOSTALOM, NA SVOJU SENKU, TU NA ZIDU, KOJA JE RASLA I GOJILA SE S TOBOM. U NJU ?EŠ JEDNOM LE?I POSLEDNJI PUT I ONA ?E TE NADŽIVETI.

The source of joy is within yourself. Unless and until you seek yourself you cannot seek God.

What is most important is your Spirit. Why identify with anything else but your own spirit? You cannot get money out of it. No. The joy of Spirit is the reward of Spirit.

And for ego, to accept that you have ego is the only way and then it will drop out. If you know there is ego, ego will drop out.

The wisdom is your glory. By wisdom you will be fair to yourself and fair to others.