Quotes About Self

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

Your outside is just what you live in, sleep in, and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do.

ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crises with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth.

I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.

An old man is never at home save in his own garments: his own old thinking and beliefs; old hands and feet, elbow, knee, shoulder which he knows will fit.

He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself.

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep you never were.

I have but one rift in the darkness, that is that I have injured no one save myself by my folly, and that the extent of that folly you will never learn.

It was more reflex than thought. That was my most heedless, least reasonable self down there. It did not weigh risks and probabilities. It didn't deserve to be called decision making. I wasn't proud of it. Still, I felt hot shame and regret as I drove away.

We live in Rome, he says, turning his face to the room again, -Caligula's Rome, with a new circus of vulgar bestialized suffering in the newspapers every morning. The masses, the fetid masses, he says, bringing all his weight to his feet.-How can they even suspect a self who can do more, when they live under absolutely no obligation. There are so few beautiful things in the world...

A man's damnation is his own damned business.

a dream long lost in the compulsive effort to fill space, to replicate some family image of self.

Google 'tulpa,'" Eunice said, "you get Tibetan occult thought-forms. Or people who've invented themselves an imaginary playmate." "I did." "Don't feel particularly Tibetan, myself," Eunice said. "Maybe invented, but how would I know?

She [Cayce Pollard] feels the things she herself owns as a sort of pressure. Other people's objects exert no pressure. Margot thinks that Cayce has weaned herself from materialism, is preternaturally adult, requiring no external tokens of self.

She feels the things she herself owns as a sort of pressure. Other people's objects exert no pressure. Margot thinks that Cayce has weaned herself from materialism, is preternaturally adult, requiring no external tokens of self.

I, insofar as I have an I

is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly.

Just now she wishes lives could be replaced as easily, but knows that that isn't right. However odd things seem, mustn't it be to exactly that extent of oddness that a life is one's own, and no one else's?

Love your neighbor as yourself" cannot mean love your neighbor as if your neighbor were you. Only

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. (1778 - 1830)

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

Religion is a monumental chapter in the history of human egotism.

A man's Self is the sum total of all that he can call his, not only his body and his psychic powers, but his clothes and his house.

Whatever is beyond this narrow rational consciousness we mistake for our only consciousness.