#elf

I've enjoyed training again, I've enjoyed pushing myself in the pool and I'll keep on swimming until I feel I cannot get any more out of myself. ↗

— Ian Thorpe

#any #cannot #enjoyed #feel #get

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#aware #dream #ears #self #dreams

I don't need to be tame, because dragons choose their partner by themselves. ↗

— Olivia Sinaga

#self-esteem #woman-s-strength #courage

People see defeat on trials I have lost, all I see is the steps that have brought me to a higher place. ↗

— Martin Suarez

#defeat #higher-self #victories #courage

Distinguishing the signal from the noise requires both scientific knowledge and self-knowledge: the serenity to accept the things we cannot predict, the courage to predict the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference. ↗

— Nate Silver

#knowledge #prediction #self-knowledge #uncertainty #wisdom

In the midst of such indescribable splendor, I am faced both by my insignificance and the significance of choices I have and will make. We are all programmed, though we insist otherwise most times, to seek approval for our very existence, forsaking our peace of mind for what sits well with everyone's implicit or expressed consent, when our years, 20 or 93 declares in no uncertain terms that freedom to decide and steadfast courage to hold no one accountable for (the) ensuing bliss or sorrow but ourselves is the most fulfilling emancipation of all. ↗

— Ruby S. Bernardo

#courage

My ideal date would involve painful silence. My ideal date wouldn't involve me. ↗

— Sam Pink

#dating

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#self #death

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#drugs #self-discovery #death

I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#self-hatred #death