Self Quotes - Page 27

Stay unknown until you know what you want to be known for.#StokesNotes

We can never see what we never question, for we who escapes, blinds us

The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.

There is no need to slander the nimit (one who is instrumental), it is only necessary to distance yourself from that nimit.

Keeping ‘pure focused applied awareness of the Self (Soul)’ (shuddha upayog) is the same as being in the Absolute Supreme Self-form (Parmatma swaroop).

I see myself as Rhoda not Mary Tyler Moore.

To constantly see one’s own self as ‘Pure’, and to see other’s self as ‘pure’, is focused applied awareness of the Self, the Soul (shuddha upayog).

Life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be while remaining fundamentally — and sometimes maddeningly — who we are.

Life can be awkward at times. It is part of the growing process.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.

The family watched It's a Wonderful Life, which is a very beautiful movie and all I could think was why didn't they make a movie about uncle Billy?...Because he was a drunk and fat and lost all that money in the first place. I wanted an angel to come down and show us how uncle Billy's life had meaning

The first law of nature is self-preservation. Cut off that which may harm you. But if it is worth preserving, and is meaningful, nourish it and have no regrets. Ultimately, this is true living and love of self...from within.

I seem to have an awful lot of people inside me.

Kill the snake of doubt in your soul crush the worms of fear in your heart and mountains will move out of your way.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of self.

I suppose it is possible to be all of these things. To sort of fall out of who you are into another, as well as to journey back to some essential sense of self. We only see what we see.He was whatever he needed to be, what we asked him to be. Perhaps there are lives like that—they pour into whatever space we have made ready for them to fill.

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life.

Tonight the Internet seemed filled with versions of me, like a fun house filled with mirrors. Some of them made me look prettier, and some of them made me look uglier, and some of them chopped me right in half, but none of them were right.

Don't buy the garbage that you're over the hill at fifty. This country makes such a big thing about age particularly if you're a woman. What I think is relevant is your experience what you have to offer. I hope people will recognize that and keep going.

I keep everything hidden because there's nothing about my true self that anyone likes. I'm not difficult, Sebastian. I'm the easiest person around. I don't belong, and I spend all my time pretending I do. Sometimes I get weary of it, and that makes me angry.It's not fair to the people around me when I lose my temper. I say awful things when I'm angry. But it's not fair to me, either, that I was made this way.

In forty hours I shall be in battle with little information and on the spur of the moment will have to make the most momentous decisions but I believe that one's spirit enlarges with responsibility and that with God's help I shall make them and make them right.

He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer. No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.

Our sense of being a conscious agent who does things comes at a cost of being technically wrong all the time.

No one is in control of your happiness but you therefore you have the power to change anything about yourself or your life that you want to change.

There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving and that's your own self.

Deal lovingly with others and especially yourself

Sunny put on eyebrows, eyelashes, makeup, matching pajamas, a silk robe, and then say looking at herself in the vanity mirror in her bathroom. She had experienced moments in her life when she realized that she was actually alive and living in the world, instead of watching a movie starring herself, or narrating a book with herself as the main character. This was not one of those moments. She felt like she was drifting one centimeter above her physical self, a spirit at odds with its mechanical counterpart. She stood up carefully. Everything looked just right.

Think wrongly if you please but in all cases think for yourself.

An insipid voice message or an incongruent emergence from the “other” world may disrupt our whole thinking system. If we are not able to deal with the fragmentation of our self and assess the deconstruction of our identity, a corny incident could easily capsize our being. A misinterpretation of facts and expectations may perturb our awareness and unsettle our perception. When “I” and “me” don’t get along very well, the road to oneness may be very often bumpy. (“Alors, tout a basculé”)

...there is no better time to examine and understand one’s selfhood than when it is dissected and hurtling through darkness.

Don't try to reach perfection. Just try to reach an inner and outer realization of self.

What we did and who we were are just dregs compared to who we are now and how we act when the sword is coming down.

The world has its own ways of treating us like what we will never be, but want to be. It relinquishes its grip on our souls while lulling us with the songs of freedom and conquest of beauty. It magnifies every tiny bit of something useless over an unfathomable presence of humanity. And we all waste the whole of our lives standing in queue for gaining its attention to be abdicated as if we never existed in the eyes of our fellow men.

Life demands that we live to care for others instead of living to care for self

A truly free man is not free 'from' anything, nor free 'to' anything, he is just free. Free within himself.

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

Do you really know yourself so well or are you making it up?' she asks. Some things I concoct, some I glean from my senses, most I thirst for.

I honor you for every timethis year you:got back upvibrated highershined your lightand loved and elevatedbeyond—the call of duty.

It's not about outward appearances but inward significance. A grandeur in the world, but not of the world, a grandeur that the world doesn't understand. That first glimpse of pure otherness, in whose presence you bloom out and out and out.A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help.

Imagination and recollection of cherished memories of the pastimes are closely related. We do not recall memories verbatim. As our perspective changes regarding our place in the world, we shift through our recollections and revise our memories. People possess the ability to edit their memories by repressing unbearable episodes and highlighting incidences that generate fond memories. How we perceive and comprehend ourselves in the past, the present, and the future shapes our evolving sense of self. Humankind’s ability to repress unpleasant events and humankind’s ability to act as the solo editors of our germinating awareness of the world that we occupy is ultimately responsible for activating our metamorphosing sense of identity.

Once you understand the innate nature (relative self, prakruti) of the other person, you can remain in an attachment-free state with that person. It is Knowledge (Gnan) to understand the innate nature of a person, and once Knowledge arises, so will conduct.

The mind-speech and body remain ‘effective’, the outer environment is also ‘effective’ and when the Self (Soul) remains ‘un-effective’; that is the ultimate stage!

As it turns out social scientists have established only one fact about single women's mental health: employment improves it.

Accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of woman not the grief of a child ...

When Self (Khuda) is realized, egoism (Aap-khudi) goes away.

I figure the more people think I'm just mildly weird, the less likely they are to know how weird I really am.

That which enables us to know and understand aright in the things of God, must be a living principle of holiness within us.

The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books, and to a lesser degree schools.

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs but our mothers were Nightingales.

Secrets. Funny how, when you're about to be given something precious, something you've wanted for a long time, you suddenly feel nervous over taking it.Everyone wants more than anything to be allowed into someone else's most secret self. Everyone wants to allow someone into their most secret self. Everyone feels so alone inside that their deepest wish is for someone to know their secret being, because then they are alone no longer. Don't we all long for this? Yet when it's offered it's frightening, because you might not live up to the desires of the one who bestows the gift. And frightening because you know that accepting such a gift means you'll want-perhaps be expected- to offer a similar gift in return. Which means giving your *self* away. And what's more frightening than that?” ― Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn

In the long run we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.

Conquer but never triumph.

Every angel is terrifying.Through the darkness, they move silently...I will go down into death with you.I must go where I must goTo see what I must seeIn that place where no one knows...... This is where love is taking me.You have been leadingMe, angels, in and out of death.I have no idea who you are.Eurydice. Is she nothingOr is she your mirror?I don't know anymore.I am at war.Perhaps that which is given - Being human - Is too hard,And so it is love that brings us,To what cannot be born,To ourselves,And so we must change,Must descend, guided by love, into the unknown.Lovers disappear in each other.Do they disappear forever?Where do they go?

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

It is because we feel that we are separate from nature that we also feel it is okay to manipulate it, pollute it, and cause it harm. We project our inner turmoil onto the planet, causing outer turmoil. Nearly all of the disasters of our time—war, famine, oppression, social injustice, environmental pollution, extinction—arise from this delusional belief that we have an existence independent of the world we live in. All of this misery, all of this destruction, all of this pain and suffering, is caused by our failure to realize that there is no separation and that really we are all one.

As he watched Joe stand, blazing, on the fire escape, Sammy felt an ache in his chest that turned out to be, as so often occurs when memory and desire conjoin with a transient effect of weather, the pang of creation. The desire he felt, watching Joe, was unquestionably physical, but in the sense that Sammy wanted to inhabit the body of his cousin, not possess it. It was, in part, a longing--common enough among the inventors of heroes--to be someone else; to be more than the result of two hundred regimens and scenarios and self-improvement campaigns that always ran afoul of his perennial inability to locate an actual self to be improved. Joe Kavalier had an air of competence, of faith in his own abilities, that Sammy, by means of constant effort over the whole of his life, had finally learned only to fake.

Self-Help books are for bitchesss

We are whiplashed between an arrogant overestimation of ourselves and a servile underestimation of ourselves.

When he was in the army he'd picked up a great many girls: sometimes nothing happened except a lot of talk, and that was all right too: because it didn't matter what you said to them, for in those transient moments lies or truth were arbitrary and you were whatever you wanted to be.

I killed the Google Alert I used to have on myself two years ago. I don’t need any more information about myself. I get more than enough of that just by being me.