Quotes About Self-revelation

Fii tu însuÈ›i! Arat?-te lumii aÈ™a cum eÈ™ti, iar dac? nu-i dezv?lui ce-i mai r?u în tine, ofer?-i m?car o tr?s?tur? din care s? ghiceasc? asta!

I believe, in fact I am certain, that many men never give out the whole of themselves, their deepest truth. They live on the surface, and yet, so rich is the soil of humanity that even this thin outer layer is able to yield a kind of meager harvest which gives the illusion of real living.

I think people ultimately reveal themselves to everybody. I think that's the case with Sarah Palin's conduct, particularly after the Tucson shooting, I think she's sort of digging herself into a hole. I hope - I really hope.

yearned so much to spill her heart... to someone... to reveal every dark part of herself and every flaw, to be unveiled in the light of day... and to still be loved despite her flaws.

I never ever expected to meet a woman I wanted to spend my life with, let alone think I would ever admit to anyone what I was really like. You said you had nothing to give me in return for the things I do for you, but you can clearly see that wouldn't be the case.

It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.

E?er gönüller gerçekten ayd?nl?ksa, güne? ?????na gerek kalmaz.Ba?kalar?n?n esirgedi?i ?eyi biz kendi kalbimizde buluyoruz..

Whatever you describe to another person is also a revelation of who you are and who you think you are. You can not describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.

When I show a film at a festival, I am showing myself. Everything is at stake for me.

There's something so naked about being on stage as a musician. I think about that even with standup comedy or something - like, 'This is it, this is what I got.'

It is impossible for a man to conceal himself. In every act, word or gesture he stands revealed as he is, and not as he would have himself appear to be. From the Universe, nothing is or an be hidden.

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

But if you're going to make a judgment about me, then you need to know who I really am, not just the part I decide to tell you. I'd rather be honest about all of it and let you make the call as to whether you want to keep talking to me or not." "Have

because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they'd never admit in normal conversation. It's a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding. Maybe I've learned it's a mistake to reveal her at all.

Nobody would know me from my own description of myself;

But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding.

Sometimes the objects we hold dear give away who we are even more than the people we love.

Secret Self is your royal nature. Like the kingly condition that it is, it knows about you what you have yet to learn about yourself. Let it reveal to you its secret kingdom. It belongs to you. You receive a portion of this kingdom each time you refuse to be captured by the common and choose instead in favor of the celestial. The stars are your birthright. We must look beyond the sparrow to the skies through which it wings.

Maybe in past years, perhaps women didn't feel quite as comfortable with revealing themselves, and their skills and their crafts... and now we are, so we're out there, just like the guys.

To write a novel is always to go naked, whatever you're writing about. You always reveal yourself.

It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting his whole self into it, quite unawares, presenting as if in allegory the basic themes and problems of his life.

A man lays his character on the line when he writes a novel. Anything in him which is lazy, or meretricious, or unthought-out, complacent, fearful, overambitious, or terrified by the ultimate logic of his exploration will be revealed in his book.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems