Self Quotes
Of Books and Scribes there are no end:This Plague--and who can doubt it?Dismays me so, I've sadly pennedAnother book about it.
Shakespeare and his few peers invented all of us.
Just as the earth that bears the man who tills and digs it, to bear those who speak ill of them, is a quality of the highest respect.
When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.
Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.
Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.
Life is ten percent what you experience and ninety percent how you respond to it.
If you think of something, do it.Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that.
If you know that I am genius Then know that you made me genius Everyone don't accept me as genius Because they aren't genius to belief me as genius
My heart is sinking and my chest physically aches from the heavy sadness that it carries within.
Depressed states can make us feel like we're constantly fighting against ourselves but we must engage in that fight for ourselves.
You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster, and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.
My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.
It is human, to want to feel connected with others, to strive for a sense of belonging.Yet the ultimate hack is is to belong with yourself.Once you belong within, You belong with all.
In retrospect, crappy chemicals in my brain were working overtime, driving me to destroy myself, like that thing that makes lemmings throw them¬selves over a cliff.
Depression is our way of telling ourselves that something is seriously wrong and needs working through and changing.
At the fall, we became alienated not only from God and other people but also from ourselves.
There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.
Efficient self-destruction is what it is. Clean and neat. Almost surgical in its precision.
I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play.
Maybe anosognosia, the inability to see your own disability, is the human condition and I'm the only one who doesn't suffer from it.
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.
Day after day, more and more medications are prescribed for depression and addiction, assuming that these things run in our blood, when really they run in our patterns of awareness.
You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.
It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.
If I am indeed my own god, I’d better start praying to myself to get myself out of myself.
I prayed for someone to love me as much as I love you. Eventually I came to see that that "someone" was me.
Safe in the sovereignty of the Godhead, we can count on the fact that WE, rather than just our friends, enemies, or circumstances, will be transformed.
I resolve to write a new chapter of my life every new day in the New Year.
With much prayer, more grace abounds for every good work.
When I can’t find my way, I pray to God to show me the way. And then, He creates the right pathways.
