Ethel Kennedy Quotes

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

I am really puzzled to understand myself.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

There's so much hate that we direct externally that we forget we have our own psychos. But that's the role of the satirist - you have to examine your own country and say, 'look!'

I don't mind arguing with myself. It's when I lose that it bothers me.

Usually, I'm over-analyzing things that have to do with my own actions.

I'm hopeless at looking into myself and trying to see how things are working and why.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I am to a fault an introspective person. But I am not a reflective person - except for a big mistake, and then I really think about it.

I think I'm good at looking moody. I'm not much good at analysing myself, but I tend to fit the strange and tortured characters.

It's really hard to watch yourself.

Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.

I try not to be super self-referential about my work because it becomes like navel gazing at a certain point.

I've criticized myself over the years.

I always like to think that I'm accountable for everything I do, but I'll never understand how I did some of the things that I did.

Your art is most alive and dangerous when you use it against yourself. That's why I pick at my scabs.

We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves. The consciousness of wrong-doing makes us irritable, and our heart, in its cunning, quarrels with what is outside it, in order that it may deafen the clamor within.

We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

I have never dissected my personal life. What sense would it make?

The Miguel Syjuco character is not me. I wanted him to represent my own fears and frustrations and guilt, my own worst tendencies and my optimistic expectations. He's a cautionary tale for me. But he's also an examination of the darkest things that haunt me as a person.

The bigger confrontation is the one an individual has with itself.

I'm a very vicious critic of myself.