Quotes About Self

Qué quieres decir con eso de "si no hay otras vidas"? –¿Si se terminan las vidas y los números, y todo lo demás? ¿Quién seré si me muero y punto? –

Es que no quiero ser este niño, Simón! Quiero ser yo en la próxima vida, pero no quiero ser este niño. ¿Será posible? –Según las reglas, no puedes elegir. Tienes que ser el que eres y nadie más. Pero tú nunca te atuviste a las reglas ¿no es cierto?

Acabamos pareciéndonos a nuestro yo ideal, dice Baudelaire. Poco a poco la cara que deseamos, la cara de nuestros sueños secretos, arrolla a la cara con la que nacemos

Si no hablo, si no me explico, ¿quién soy entonces? Un buey. Nadie. Quizá un psicópata. Quizá. Pero ciertamente un don nadie, un cero, alguien sin lugar en este mundo. Tú eso no lo entiendes, ¿verdad? Tú eres un hablante parsimonioso, está claro. Sopesas y meditas cada palabra antes de soltarla. Tiene que haber de todo en este mundo.

A world without me is inconceivable.

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion--nothing less, nothing more

not in the stupid-ass Miley Cyrus poser-sex way—and

liked the evil in themselves too much to be trusted.

Got a problem." "I can't fix your personality, sorry." Lassiter laughed, the sound ringing through the house like church bells. "No. I like myself just as I am, thank you." "Can't help your delusional nature, either.

My body, my choice." As

It's not about the things. It's about your place in this world. It's the space you declare as yours emotionally and spiritually.

Además, la mente era el arma más poderosa que uno tenía para atacar a los demás y para destruirse a sí mismo.

Lo que necesitaba en ese momento era una buena carrera. Una larga... carrera. ¿Qué importaba que no llevara a ninguna parte? Al menos podría tener la ilusión de escapar de sí mismo.

the cessation of your pain and sorrow will depend on how well you overcome your ignorance of your True Self that lives within you.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?

Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change

I am not 'I am' but just a spy in somebody's body.

If he can be call'd meek who has no wishes --or hiding who needs never be found-- or scared who never attacks--- forgotten, who watches up the night--- If he can be called he, who has no self Writes One is All On every wall.

Ele não ficou satisfeito com a ideia de Arada de um 'eu' sendo limpo e purificado para o céu. Ele não viu 'eu' na matéria. Nada a ser purificado. E viu a cobiça pelo céu como nada além de atividade em um sonho. Ele soube que, quando observadas do ponto de vista da mente verdadeira, todas as coisas eram como castelos mágicos no ar.

I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.

'Digiphrenia' is really the experience of trying to exist in more than one incarnation of yourself at the same time. There's your Twitter profile, there's your Facebook profile, there's your email inbox. And all of these sort of multiple instances of you are operating simultaneously and in parallel.

In a world where a lot of people's sense of self is dominated by how many people are following their Twitter feed, what does fame really do, and why is it important?