Quotes About Self

Toute nature morte, tout paysage, tout n'est qu'autoportrait.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine. - An Eightieth Birthday

Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

Until you have re-invented yourself to be personally free from the constraints and limitations of your own past (including your own past success), you will not have the power to deal effectively with what is at the source of resistance to change

Why Do we insist our lives are ours?

I am not What you intend me to be.

THE EVERLASTING SELF Comes in from a downpour Shaking water in every direction — A collaborative condition: Gathered, shed, spread, then Forgotten, reabsorbed. Like love From a lifetime ago, and mud A dog has tracked across the floor.

Your mind is your nine

Every so often, you will have to bet on your self. Not everyone see or believe in your vision.

You are the evil scientist of your desires. - Ignacio Rivera

Always destroy what is in you.

Then who do we answer to? Ourselves?" "Of course. Who else can we trust to wield our power? We must follow our own consciences." - Corran and Jacen

Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

Tayend nodded. "I know it won't. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath." Dannyl straightened in protest. "Underneath what?" The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl's direction. "All…that." "I'm reeling at your descriptive clarity," Dannyl told him.

Most of our censure of others is only oblique praise of self, uttered to show the wisdom and superiority of the speaker. It has all the invidiousness of self-praise, and all the ill-desert of falsehood.

What it is," she sighed, "to have to choose between self and security.

You're not nothing.

It was NINETY-SIXTY-FIVE-NINETY PERSON ME!" Cliff objected.

Do you trust YOUR talons do you trust them do you?

First place. ME. WHAT.

It can be so empowering for us to understand, even on a conceptual level, that we are enlightened in our true nature.

Stella mi disse di aver capito in quel momento che in ciascuno di noi c'è come l'anelito a gridare al mondo la verità, a qualsiasi costo. O a distruggersi.

Martin was a thoroughly amiable man, a man of wide reading, but when he came to write he mounted upon a pair of stilts, unusually lofty stilts, and staggered along at a most ungracious pace, with an occasional awkward lurch into colloquialism, giving a strikingly false impression of himself.

Identity?' said Jack, comfortably pouring out more coffee. 'Is not identity something you are born with?' 'The identity I am thinking of is something that hovers between a man and the rest of the world: a mid-point between his view of himself and theirs of him – for each, of course, affects the other continually.