Quotes About Self

The true way of progressing through music is to evolve freely, to go forward, not caring what others think, and in this way, together with one's development in music, to harmonize the life of one's soul, one's surroundings and one's affairs.

Great as it is, the knowledge of self, if there is not that natural desire raging like fire does not manifest.

The Sufi, realizing this, takes the path of annihilation, and, by the guidance of a teacher on the path, finds at the end of this journey that the destination was he. As Iqbal says: I wandered in the pursuit of my own self; I was the traveler, and I am the destination.

It is I who was, if there were any. What I had thought to be myself was not myself, but was my experience. I am all that there is, and it is myself who will be, whoever there will be. It is I who am the source, the traveler, and the goal of this existence. 'Verily truth is all the religion there is; and it is truth which will save.

When the healer thinks he is healing, his power is as small as a drop; when he thinks God is healing, and when owing to this thought his own self is forgotten and he is only conscious of the Self of God, then his power becomes as large as the ocean. (Inayat Khan's advice to healers)

There must be something besides you to cause the sensation. But peace is independently felt within oneself. It is not dependent upon the outer sensation. It is something that belongs to one, something that is one's own self.

Paramatma, die hohe Seele, ist mit Gott vereint, sie ist gottesbewusst, universal bewusst. Ihr eigenes Selbst umfasst alle. Ob es nun gute oder verschlagene Menschen sind, ob sie recht oder falsch gehen, sie sind deren eigenes Selbst; sie betrachtet all diese Personen als ihr Selbst. (S. 182)

Das Ego des Menschen ist das falsche Ego; Gottes Ego ist das wahre Ego. Doch was ist das Ego? Das Ego ist Teil einer Linie: an einem Ende der Linie befindet sich Gottes Ego, am anderen das Ego des Menschen. Letzteres ist falsch, weil der Mensch sein Ego mit seinen Illusionen überdeckt hat, die er Ich-selbst nennt. Daher, wenn das Ego durch Liebe, Weisheit oder Meditation aufgelöst wird verfliegen die Wolken, die es bedeckten und das wahre Ego, Gottes Ego tritt in Erscheinung. (S. 176)

The self is inflated, Then deflated, In a lemming rhythm of auto-destruction. Half a million auto-fatalities per annum. The fast-food-junk-death-road-show.

if we feel guilt, if we believe it in our own minds, that's what's true to us.

The question isn't whether or not your stuff sparks joy. The question is: Can you spark joy all by yourself?

Our culture exerts a constant pressure on us that severs our relationship to ourselves and each other.

You are the engine to your love of another so love steadily and your pace will last until that love needs to fix you.

Your being is as mysterious now as it was from the moment you were born.

Helder said the goal of therapy was to make a container to hold all the disparate selves. I was going to need a big container. One that could hold hordes.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. —Dr. Seuss

Follow your heart, trust your instincts and allow yourself to do what feels best. Above all, trust your wisdom within.

But if you made yourself up, you got to be exactly who you knew yourself to be.

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Who forces himself on others, is to himself a load.

Everybody has mean little places inside himself.

Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly.

I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking

The story is not about someone else. It is not even about you. It is you. The one who "lives" in the dream is the one who dreams. Just as the dream softly pulses beneath everyday waking-noticeable only when the din and clatter of daytime is stilled by sleep-so the one who remembers a dream brings a new facet to waking.