Quotes About Self-discovery

There are several different kinds of painful feelings that we might experience, and learning to distinguish and relate to these feelings of discomfort or pain is an important part of meditation practice, because it is one of the very first things that we open to as our practice develops.

To understand ourselves and our life is the point of insight meditation: to understand and to be free.

True maturation on the spiritual path requires that we discover the depth of our wounds. As Achaan Chah put it, "If you haven't cried a number of times, your meditation hasn't really begun." A

Through awareness of the body, we remember who we truly are.

we give so much attention to our protective layers of fear, depression, confusion, and aggression that we forget who we really are.

No friend is better than your own wise heart!" Genghis Khan

The truth would set her free. Only then would she be able to get on with her life.

I think my body knew before my mind did. Or maybe I just refused to listen to what I knew.

She walked on and on as though if she walked far enough she might walk this thing out of her. As if by walking long enough, hard enough, she might forget.

The road that was in your head Has already found you walking: When you looked up ahead, It was your footsteps waiting. - The Imaginary Road

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

My father, I never knew, except for this one time when he threw a ball and told me to go fetch it. "Dad," I said. "Am I a dog?" "Lydia," he said. "I apologize.

I really feel that the talent I have is acting. Freedom and the possibility of play-that is what I like to have.

I wondered what would make me stop, whether it would be hunger, sleep or boredom – in other words, what prompts decisions when you are utterly alone.

Do you know what it's like," he said, "to feel that you're in the wrong body?" "Well actually..." the Doctor began, wiggling his own fingers in front of his face.

She guessed he was past a turning point, early thirties, where he imagined he would know something with certainty, and he looked angry that his life was not unfolding in a way befitting him.

I WOKE WITH a start, my head hurting, aching all over. For a moment I didn't know where I was. Indeed, I felt so fuddled I didn't even know who I was. Hetty Feather, Sapphire Battersea, Emerald Star? I had three names now.

There is nothing of which every man is so afraid, as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of doing and becoming.

If someone had taken that book out of my hand said, You're too old for this maybe I'd never have believed that someone who looked like me could be in the pages of the book that someone who looked like me had a story.

I didn't just appear one day. I didn't just wake up and know how to write my name. I keep writing, knowing now that I was a long time coming.

The first time I write my full name Jacqueline Amanda Woodson without anybody' help on a clean white page in my composition notebook, I know If I wanted to I could write anything Letters becoming words, words gathering meaning, becoming thoughts outside my head becoming sentences written by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson

When we asked, What do you love? Sylvia looked around her perfectly pink room and said, I'm not the boss of me. How the hell would I even know.

One day I'd have full breasts, hips, and large hands. One day, my body would tell the world stories beneath the fabric of my clothes.

Each door, each friend, each step—bringing me closer to who I was becoming.