Quotes About Self

Whether you consider yourself religious, spiritual, somewhere in between, or nowhere on the continuum, your relationship with your Source, Creator, or Divine Essence impacts and affects every relationship in your life, including the relationship you have with yourself.

We've got to learn how to trust ourselves and dare to acknowledge what we really feel. We've got to learn how to trust that God is in the mix and that we are a part of God. We've got to learn how to trust each other to do the right thing because it's the right thing. We've got to learn how to trust in the process of life and surrender our inflated human egos. Because

Once you commit to believing that you can trust yourself, your positive internal voice will eventually become louder than the negative external voices. Trusting what you hear—whether or not those around you agree with you—is a powerful and important step

Learning to trust yourself means focusing on the good you are, the good you have, and the good you desire so that the truth can heal all error thought and allow you to see the blessing hidden in all that you have been through, gone through, and grown through.

We see in one another the things we cannot see or accept about

Learning to trust yourself means focusing on the good you are, the good you have, and the good desire so that the truth can heal all error thought and allow you to see the blessing hidden in all that you have been through, gone through, and grown through.

In the process of surviving in an environment that is void of trust, children also learn to deny themselves and their wounds in order to protect the image and needs of the big people in the environment.

opinions, and convictions when they do not mirror what I believe.

is very hard to learn to trust yourself when you are taught that you are bad, wrong, and cursed—and that you did all of it to yourself. H

A belief is the most contagious influence you possess. If you believe in circumstances, they can and will defeat you. If you believe in yourself, you are assured victory.

What if forgiving my mother also means forgiving myself?

my freedom. And So It Is!

As we learn to heal the inner child and reconnect with the innocence and trusting nature of this authentic self, learning to trust others becomes a conscious act in response to experience rather than an unconscious reaction to unhealed wounds.

What is there left for me after my purgatory of solitude?...I welcome death as a version of life in which I will not be myself. There is a fallacy here which I ought to see but will not. For when I wake on the ocean floor it will be the same old voice that drones out of me...

We are the great miracle of creation! But from some blows this miraculous body cannot repair itself!

Even as I think these words for the first time, the me who is my future self is remembering me thinking these words for the first time.

You have to believe the lie to live it, to make others see you the way you need to be seen.

The frustration he felt was only with himself, for being so impossibly driven he might, at any moment, beg.

I speak to the broken halves of all our selves and tell them to embrace, loving the worst in us equally with the best.

No consciousness that we would recognize as consciousness. Not awareness, as far as we can make out, of a self with a history. What I mind is what tends to come next. They have no consciousness therefore. Therefore what? Therefore we are free to use them for our own ends Therefore we are free to kill them? Why? What is so special about the form of consciousness that we recognize that makes killing a bearer of it a crime while killing an animal goes unpunished?

Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one moment he might truly be himself, at another he might simply be making things up. How can one know for sure? Why should he even want to know for sure?

He would never want to diminish that event, that blow. It was nothing less than a calamity. It has shrunk his world, turned him into a prisoner. But escaping death ought to have shaken him up, opened windows inside him, renewed his sense of the preciousness of life. It has done nothing of the sort. He is trapped with the same old self as before , only greyer and drearier. Enough to drive one to drink.

as historias se cuentan a si mismas, no las cuenta uno

Por supuesto, la razón validará a la razón como principio rector del universo. ¿Qué otra cosa iba a hacer? ¿Destronarse a sí misma?