Quotes About Self

Vaktimizin çoÄŸunu baÅŸkalar?n?n yaratt??? ÅŸeyleri yarg?layarak geçirdiÄŸimizden, kendimiz hiçbir ÅŸey yaratamad?k. Sanat asla mutluluktan doÄŸmaz.

Was uns in der Hölle quält, ist unser Festhalten an einer einmal gewählten Identität.

He was tired of learning history. He wanted to be it. Charlie wanted the history of the future to be him.

Se eu pudesse acordar em outro lugar, numa outra época, seria outra pessoa?

Maybe we didn't need a father to complete ourselves.

AÄŸz?mdan ç?kan Tyler'?n sözleri. Halbuki melek gibi adamd?m ben.

Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

If you lived long enough, couldn't you watch yourself be born? Couldn't you raise yourself? Be your own old man?.

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos.

Todas queremos ser yo, yo, yo la primera. La asesina, la víctima, la testigo, todas pensamos que nuestro papel es el protagonista.

Who you are from moment to moment is just a story.

If you can wake up in a different place. If you can wake up in a different time. Why can't you wake up as a different person?

Si me despertara en un lugar distinto, en un momento diferente, ¿lograría despertarme siendo otra persona?

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." (Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters) He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

It is our own evil thoughts which madden us.

Omnia mea mecum porto.

When you have lived your life under such dominant image-leadership, its pressures put a certain invisible English on the cue ball of your development: It influences all of your ideas about who you should be, all the ways in which you become yourself.

Her self, then, was represented in her books.

it took me a long time to realize that she, too, was cautious and bourgeois, frightened of the unknown and so uncertain of herself that she could hardly bear to make a mark.

was suddenly aware, almost in a panic—a joyful panic—of the wealth of possibility out in the world, and also within myself.

I was suddenly aware, almost in a panic – a joyful panic – of the wealth of possibility out in the world, and also within myself. My

Each of us shapes our stories so they make sense of who we think we are.

It doesn't ever occur to you, as you fashion your mask so carefully, that it will grow into your skin and graft itself, come to seem irremovable.

Each one, in my impassioned interior conversations, granted me some aspect of my most dearly held, most fiercely hidden heart's desires. Life, art, motherhood. Love and the great seductive promise that I wasn't nothing. That I could be seen for my unvarnished self, and that this hidden self, this precious girl without a mask, unseen for decades, could, that indeed she must, leave a trace upon the world.