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They valued themselves. Once, they knew God valued them. Then they began to think there was no God, only blind forces. So they valued themselves, they loved themselves and attended to their natures -
people, the kind of man who
Who spends so much time worrying about
The authors of all our misfortune.
The people who are interested in my work - they're quite far-out.
They are looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.
Self makes an empty display, and the flesh sets up its altars wherever it can find space for them. Favorite
Many gloat over their own troubles.
They belong, Temple thinks. They have the stink of belonging wherever they go. This world is their world, and they take possession of every yard they cover, and they run the sun to its grave every night.
What no one else sees, no one else cares about.
I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
concerning whose
We prefer ourselves to others, only because we a have more intimate consciousness and confirmed opinion of our own claims and merits than of any other person's.
What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.
They are learning a way of feeling connected in which they have permission to think only of themselves.
Execute their airy purposes.
The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?
This constant mental diatribe and the frustrations, worries, insecurities and muscular tension that ensues are the self.
The self is a
self-made
Procrustean bed
of little comfort
Human beings. They are the ones with the most important job. They are supposed to make what they want out of what they are given.
Though free from all sense of possessing, they yet possess all things. Theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Who we are' and 'what is our own' that we have to understand; it is not something we have to tell others.
slaying everything within reach in order to quiet the monster that gnaws at their vitals.
Of their passions in the same object at that particular time.
Thinking brainlessly with their spinal cords.
To understand ourself, we must understand our "selves," or the parts of us that motivate our thoughts, decisions, and behaviors.
No one has ever seen the self. It has no visible shape, nor does it occupy measurable space. It is an abstraction, like other abstractions equally elusive: the individual, the mind, the society
Caring about the happiness of others, we find our own.
Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.
Some sit and watch the life; some sail to the sea and the life watches them!
Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?
And they do what they can. Try to learn to live with themselves, try to live rather than just existing.
All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.
And myself? Observe me. There is something to be gained from my surface uses, and perhaps a little more from my lower depths, but my very bottom? That's where I am alone, the observer and the observed.
we are never our own.
we must change this fact.
- acceptance
their them-and-us attitude
The self is made, not given
People. Products. Profits. In that order.
People steal into one's consciousness and occupy what seems, in retrospect, to have been their place all along.
The smallest minds and the selfishest souls and the cowardliest hearts that God makes.
Neither of us is interested, essentially, in anything but ourselves. Neither of us is able to feel any interest in anything other than what we ourselves think or feel or do. That's why we can think about things in a way that's totally divorced from anybody else.
They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.
We are not our own: in so far as we can, let us therefore forget ourselves and all that is ours.
People are doing the best that they can from their own level of consciousness.
The rich. You know why they're so odd? Because they can afford to be.
They throw themselves on the waters of the world, and they know they will be borne up.
them to embrace being human instead
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.
voluntary part of their
They talk on about death, about boredom, they drink wine, they laugh, they have a good time, they are happy.
People cannot live completely by themselves.
In my heart's most secret place,
I pity them as angels do.
Those that are above business.
A part of them has grown very attached to a certain way of life.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
But how describe the world seen without a self?
What the social environment told them to want ...
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
The people who can destroy a thing, they control it.
Contemplating the incidents in their lives or condition which tradition has handed down to us,
Those.. we use to abuse in front of others..
somewhere deep inside.. we wish to be like them..
How does thee like thyself?
All of them with their own lives, untouched by mine. Or each other's.
Are destroyed by their own complacency.
To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.
People imprison themselves.
They implicitly trust that their thoughts, beliefs, and feelings are their own, and fail to recognize that they may be "channeling" someone else's thoughts and feelings.
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
normal and that they belong - fully, joyously and with
That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.
People create their own experiences.
Eternal tourists of ourselves, there is no landscape but what we are. We possess nothing, for we don't even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hand will I reach out, and to what universe? The universe isn't mine: it's me.
We believe deep down that we've lost something precious and are seeking it outside ourselves, never realizing that we are carrying it within us wherever we go.
We must find within us a happiness with ourselves which no one else can disturb. Otherwise we give them power over us.
the parties involved. With one man's
Envy of prosperity, confirmers of scourge, desperate of hope. They have a victim in every certain way, a mediator to every heart, and a tear in every complaint.
Other's power, other's enjoyments, other's space, people have become the owners of that which does not belong to one's self. If they become the owners of 'Self', death is no more; One is himself, the Absolute Supreme Soul.
Them-and-us-attitude
The estranged self, hidden with its inexhaustible potential, lies undiscovered by many people who die without even knowing that it exists.
Our story is never written in isolation. We do not act in a one-man play. We can do nothing that does not affect other people, no matter how loudly we say, It's my own business.
Who care. They are those who, while they love the altar and delight in the sacrifice, are yet unable to reconcile
they run in among their own men to restrain their fury; and if any of their enemies see them or call to them, they are preserved by that means; and such as can come so near them as to touch their garments have not only their lives, but their fortunes secured to them;
In the infinity and chaos that swirls around them, they have fulfilled their purposes: to live their lives with less suffering, to further humanity's forays into the inhospitable void, to love one another unconditionally, endlessly.
What they might become in darkness nobody cared to think.
Can't get away from your own self.-- Holly Black
They're all inside of us, ... past people and present people. And probably even the people we'll become.
And in taking on the subject of themselves-making themselves vulnerable to the unseen reader-they have exchanged powerlessness for for the power that comes with self-awareness.
To whom, then, must I dedicate my wonderful, surprising and interesting adventures? to whom dare I reveal my private opinion of my nearest relations? the secret thoughts of my dearest friends? my own hopes, fears, reflections and dislikes? Nobody!
What do the only children do?
If the nest is truly empty, who owns all this junk?
The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through choice of action.
For themselves they fought, for themselves they conquered, and for themselves alone they have they have right to hold.
And what they dare to dream of, date to do.
Some goin' east; and-a some goin' west,
Some stand aside to try their best.
Some livin' big, but the most is livin' small.
They just can't even find no food at all.
(N)ever apportion blame. How can there be opponents or rivals or even "others" when there is no "self" in the first place?
The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world ...
The Self is here and now, it is the only Reality. There is nothing else.
First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.