Quotes About Self

I could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked. But my name certainly is John. It has been John for years.

He wanted to escape from himself.

Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it.

I wish I could love," cried Dorian Gray with a deep note of pathos in his voice. "But I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me.

To be good is to be in harmony with one's self

By? dobrym, to znaczy by? w harmonii z samym sob?. Dysonans to w tym przypadku przymus pozostania w harmonii z innymi.

L'inferno e il paradiso sono tutti e due dentro di noi.

or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark.

You will be separated from yourself and yet be alive.

Human beings like to see themselves reflected in clouded mirrors.

I have noticed that sometimes I frighten people; what they really fear is themselves. They think it is I who scare them, but it is the dwarf within them, the ape-faced manlike being who sticks up his head from the depths of their souls.

Quem vive não pode se esconder. devagar, tudo acontece conosco. O tempo mesquinho se contrai.

I am not a bat. ~Rephaim

But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.

A sense of belonging is not physical. We cant find it by changing where we live or what we do. We have to carry it within us

Ultimately, the body is just a shell; it is the soul which defines the man or woman, god or goddess.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

In the circles in which I move it is pretty generally recognized that I am a resilient sort of bimbo, and in circumstances where others might crack beneath the strain, may frequently be seen rising on stepping-stones of my dead self to higher things.

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being

Dónde está el niño que yo fui, Sigue adentro de mí o se fue? Sabe que no lo quise nunca Y que tampoco me quería? Por qué anduvimos tanto tiempo Creciendo para separarnos? Por qué no morimos los dos Cuándo mi infancia se murió? Y si el alma se me cayó Por qué me sigue el esqueleto?