Quotes About Self-discovery

Mais ce n'est pas grave de ne pas avoir de talent. Il faut simplement avoir le talent de le reconnaître.

Although she didn't know what to say. She was under the impression that she was going to have to go back and start again at zero, even relearn language. Maybe in the end all of them had been right to force her to socialize a bit, to force her to wash, dress, entertain. Her

Le sommeil est le seul endroit où elle semble être à l'abri d'elle-même.

de conclusión: En mi obra de teatro, yo era todos los personajes. He aprendido a tirar por todos los caminos. Y así me convertí en mí misma. La

She must disappear for a time from the human surface, And sacrifice everything for this, To recreate herself from the depths of her world.

En mi obra de teatro, yo era todos los personajes. He aprendido a tirar por todos los caminos. Y así me convertí en mí misma.

Through the experience of meditation itself, the meditator becomes conscious that the practice of meditation is an end in itself rather than a means towards an end.

Out of the closet, I had found my natural place on the androgyny quadrant of the gender matrix. I wore my hair long and hung a pair of chandelier earrings on my ears. My sexual orientation, which had always been self-evident, in the words of Quentin Crisp, was also self-claimed.

para llegar al centro del corazón se requiere descubrir, observar y aceptar todas nuestras penas y lamentos

Before we can surrender ourselves we must become ourselves, for no one can give up what he or she does not first possess.

None of us is perfectly aligned with the truth of our being. All of us live with falsity, but the magnitude of the gap between inner reality and outer appearance will always be an indication of the magnitude of the clouding of presence.

Paradoxically, no one can change until they first accept themselves as they are. Self-deceptions and an absence of real vulnerability block any meaningful transformation. It is only when I accept who I am that I dare to show you that self in all its vulnerability and nakedness. Only then do I have the opportunity to receive your love in a manner that makes a genuine difference.

We do not find our true self by seeking it. Rather, we find it by seeking God.

Truly transformational knowledge is always personal, never merely objective. It involves knowing of, not merely knowing about. And it is always relational. It grows out of a relationship to the object that is known—whether this is God or one's self.

The problem with the false self is that it works. It helps us forget that we are naked. Before long, we are no longer aware of the underlying vulnerability and become comfortable once again.

Often looking back at who we have been helps us discern who we are called to be.

God meets us in our individuality because God wants to fulfill that individuality. God wants us to follow and serve in and through that individuality. God doesn't seek to annihilate our uniqueness as we follow Christ. Rather, Christ-following leads us to our truest self.

We should never be tempted to think that growth in Christlikeness reduces our uniqueness. While some Christian visions of the spiritual life imply that as we become more like Christ we look more and more like each other, such a cultic expectation of loss of individuality has nothing in common with genuine Christian spirituality. Paradoxically, as we become more and more like Christ we become more uniquely our own true self.

The way of the true self is always the way of humility. Pride and arrogance move us toward our false self, but humility and love allow us to live the truth of our being.

Somewhere there exists all the possible variations of all the possible people I could be. I could be any of them- but I cannot be all. I can only be one of the variations. I will be the variation of myself that pleases me the most.

If I'm not constantly being met by challenges that I am overcoming, how do I know that I'm capable?

he could finally give himself to emotions that he had held in check all during his early life.

He falls quiet again and tries to understand how he can be saying these things, how it can be that his dark words are coming out into the light and yet he is still alive. At once he storms the doorway that has suddenly opened for him in the endless corridor in which he has been bumping around for years; words spill out, cut off, confused, ashamed, squeezing out.

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