Quotes About Self

Fear did rather play havoc with one's self of time.

No, Kinkade," Chase said thoughtfully. "I don't think a woman can destroy you. You can't be destroyed because…there's nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever's near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you're near it. You reflect decay if you're near it. Left to your own devices, you've no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result.

Such a fragile way to sustain a whole life: on a web one weaves for oneself.

When she pulled it out, something tum- bled out along with it: a soft copper lock of her own hair. She went blank for a moment, thrown oddly off bal ance. The things lined up neatly on the floor in front of her were like words to a sentence in a language she had only begun learning, a sentence punctuated poignantly by a copper curl. They told a story Rebecca sensed she already half knew, she could feel it radiating, increasing in light, on the far reaches of her awareness.

He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.

At the end I am always alone.

I haven't published a novel in six years; instead, I fill my departmental hours casting words of praise into the bureaucratic abyss. On multiple occasions, serving on awards committees, I was actually required to write LORs to myself.

You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.

Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.

Everyone has responsibility for his own actions. But sometimes we can lose ourselves. Out of fear or sadness or guilt, we become less than we should be. It can be hard to find the courage to move on.

I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.

I am the history of the rejection of who I am

Nothing else has any efficacy, I might as well be myself. - But your yourself sucks! - It is, lamentably, all I have.

Compared to the you in my heart, the I in you is insignificant.

A keener interest in trinkets of self-adornment than in people is a symptom of alienation.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time.

The change in the sand corresponded to a change in himself. Perhaps, along with the water in the sand, he had found a new self.

The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time. I too was wretchedly floundering around, tightly closed into the bag of myself.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

I had dreamt up a cause for my jealousy by myself and I was jealous because of myself.

No matter how many faces I have, there is no changing the fact that I am me. I was just attempting to fill in a too-long intermission in my life with a trivial "masked play.

while I pretended to submit reluctantly to the forceful persuasions of the mask, I was covering up to myself the fact that the mask's wish was my own.

Even though I might tear the mask off of your hypocrisy, you had a thousand layers of masks, and one after another a new one would appear; but my mask was only a single ply, and under that there remained not even a layer of ordinary face.

my real face, which was merely an incomplete copy of the mask...