Quotes About Ego

The desire of appearing persons of ability often prevents our being so.

The most violent passions have their intermissions; vanity alone gives us no respite.

He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world can't do without him is yet more mistaken.

What makes the vanity of others unsupportable is that it wounds our own.

I'm very happy that I have an Italian version, a French version, and then I have my own company, but I'm not obsessed by my name. Some people are, "Oh, my name," but I couldn't care less about my name. What I like is the job. The ego trip of that comes later.

In certain cases, a man blind from birth may have an operation performed which gives him his sight. The result: frequently misery, confusion, disorientation. The light that illumines the madman is an unearthly light, but I do not believe it is a projection, an emanation from his mundane ego. He is irradiated by a light that is more than he. It may burn him out.

I can't die. It would ruin my image.

Tantra considers it very important to eradicate such symptoms of ego. There is no point in holding garbage-concepts of yourself. You are perfect; you just need to recognize it. According to tantra, you do not need to wait until your next life to experience heaven.

The ego is the mind that misunderstands the nature of the I. We generally feel that the I exists somewhere vaguely within the body. To gain a correct picture of reality, it is necessary to investigate deeply and try to find out exactly where this I resides. When we make a thorough search for our self, looking throughout our entire body and nervous system, we can never find it. Sometimes we may think we have located it, but upon closer examination we can see that we have been deceived.

She'll be an excellent novelist: a monster of self-absorption.

Ambition is but Avarice on stilts and masked.

Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn't she be fainting at his feet? But she's grinning.

I think we have established in so many ways that I am hot enough for the both of us

I'm not going to do that." "of course you're not." Jace said. "because you live to torture me, don't you?" "Not everything, Jace, is about you." Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said "But you have to admit that the majority of the things are.

The ego—one's sense of self—is an abstract concept; it's hard to define it concretely. Picture it as a house built brick by brick. It protects you from the stresses of the outside world, providing a metaphorical home to shelter in—a safe place.

All big changes are scary. And it's scary to think of being without money. It doesn't even have to be an ego thing, but it would be pretty human and normal if there was some of that mixed in. We need money to survive, and to solve basic problems. And, you know . . . they tend to come up. It's hard to be without it, especially if you're used to having plenty. Cut yourself a little slack.

The one where you appeal to someone's ego. I don't care about that stuff anymore. Whether I'm looked upon as wise or not. I don't need to be right at this point in my life. I don't care what other people choose to do. I just know what I want to do now.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Of course, "white tears" does not refer to all pain but to the particular emotional fragility a white person experiences when they find racial stress so intolerable they become hypersensitive and defensive, focusing the stress back to their own bruised ego.

white tears" does not refer to all pain but to the particular emotional fragility a white person experiences when they find racial stress so intolerable they become hypersensitive and defensive, focusing the stress back to their own bruised ego.

These are people who are eager to complain (or brag) about what's going on in their lives, but when the conversation shifts to you, they become uninterested and suddenly need to go.

Where was his empathy? Buried, I supposed, beneath his self-regard.