Quotes About Self

Radical Acceptance is the willingness to experience ourselves and our lives as it is.

The biggest illusion about a path of refuge is that we are on our way somewhere else, on our way to becoming a different kind of person. But ultimately, our refuge is not outside ourselves, not somewhere in the future - it is always and already here.

I became committed to dropping my resistance so I could get to know this energy that was driving the wanting self.

The "one I love" was everywhere, including within me.

I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change." Our

Chögyam Trungpa, a contemporary Tibetan Buddhist teacher, writes, "The problem is that ego can convert anything to its own use, even spirituality.

Wisdom tells me I'm nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.

I asked myself, "Who is aware right now?" I was aware only of awareness: There was no "self" to locate. There was no entity that was failing, no self that was fearful and distraught, no foothold for self-doubt. While streams of sensations and emotions were moving through my body and mind, there was no one behind the scenes who possessed them or controlled them. I could find only the endless space of awareness—formless, open, knowing.

The strength to go on must come from within, not without, or it crushes instead of building up the heart.

You are not the one you see in the mirror. You are the one who is shining in the eyes of others

It is vital that we are clear that the Prasangika Madhyamaka masters are not denying the existence of self, body, pain, table, and so on; they are arguing that the mind apprehends these things as if they have inherent nature, which they do not.

The nature of one's own consciousness is the same as the nature of God and Godhead and, therefore, to know God, one must seek to know oneself.

My skin stayed the same while this difference snuck in through a pore and attached itself to whatever brittle part forms my center.

Up until now, I thought I knew what was and wasn't possible. Maybe that's what innocence is, having no way to predict the pain of the future. When something happens that eclipses the imaginable, it changes a person. It's like the difference between a raw egg and a scrambled egg. It's the same thing, but it's not the same at all. That's the best way I can put it. I look in the mirror and I know it's me, but I can't quite recognize myself.

I needed her to say that it didn't make a difference, that I was myself, not my gnarled family tree.

Si alguien se siente desgraciado, que recuerde que se siente infeliz por él mismo; porque Dios ha creado a todos los hombres para que gocen de la felicidad y de su constancia

To the wise, mindlessness and utter obedience are evil. To the stupid, any direction of self is evil, and any exercise of free will is error and obedience is not to be questioned. Are you wise, or are you stupid? That is a question you must answer in your hearts.

It's very rare that things are true about yourself that are on the Internet. It's just sad sometimes. So you definitely try and stay away from it as much as possible.

I've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.

Just be yourself, there is no one better.

Right now each of us is a private oral culture. We rewrite our pasts to suit our needs and support the story we tell about ourselves. With our memories we are all guilty of a Whig interpretation of our personal histories, seeing our former selves as steps toward our glorious present selves.

As I contemplated this vista, I wondered where my body was. The conduits which displaced my vision and action around the room were in principle no different from those which connected my original eyes and hands to my brain. For the duration of this experiment, were these manipulators not essentially my hands? Were the magnifying lenses at the end of my periscope not essentially my eyes? I was an everted person, with my tiny, fragmented body situated at the center of my own distended brain.

But if it's in fact true that you have no purpose in mind for me, then that sense of fulfillment has arisen solely from within myself.