Quotes About Self-discovery

I used to be someone.

I was afraid of all the lost choices I would never be able to make, and that for the rest of my life someone would always be telling me what to do or say or think, even when I had better ideas of my own. I was afraid of never being anything but what suited others and being pushed and prodded until I fit the mold they shoved me into and I forgot who I was and what I wanted.

It was as if no one noticed my strengths or interests. I was a piece of cheese being shoved into a mold... The last few years, I hadn't measured up in any way, and the more they pushed, molded, and silenced me, the more I wanted to be heard.

These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume my walk, not knowing if this memory is important, or just more of the jumbled trivia of Jenna's life, like sock shopping. Maybe that is all any life is composed of, trivia that eventually adds up to a person, and maybe I just don't have enough of it yet to be a whole one.

Ethan knows more about himself than he ever wanted to know, and I know less than I should.

He was too young to begin losing himself.

How did one fall out of love without falling apart at the same time?

I have come to feel that the essence of life is not what it so often seems to be - working to have, working to get, working to possess. It's about becoming . It's about what's happening inside us.

Meditation leads you to your spiritual information, and takes you on a journey of getting to know yourself and your creations.

You were many wonderful things to many people before you met him--don't let this one event define who you are.

Test your talents, pursue your passions, and let those experiences lead you to a sure sense of who you are. Build a strong core for yourself so that almost nothing and no one can shake you from that foundation. Don't be afraid to know what you want and go after it.

I suppose," he thought, "it is not good for me to flower as the other plants. If I began like them I should probably end like them, and I feel that I could not be satisfied with that. After all, one should not try to be so much like others, but to be the very best of one's own sort.

The Major and Minor Arcana into which the deck is divided are "arks," or containers that, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, "hold the great secret of nature that alchemists sought to find," the concealed knowledge of the self.

I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.

It made perfect sense to me. My whole life I'd gone along with somebody else's plans. Not wanting to rock the boat and put myself first. After all, most of the time I didn't know what my own plans were. But the need for my own dream was screaming to get out of me.

So many women just don't know how great they really are. They come to us all vogue outside and vague on the inside.

Often we lose our identity trying to please or placate others.

Creation's gold mine is in you. The key is deliberate intention. Whatever your dream may be at this moment, identify it. If you cannot define your desire, it can never become a reality.

Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?

Love had done this to her, for the second time. Love was bad for her. There must be certain people who were allergic to love, and she was one of them. Not only was it bad for her; it made her bad; it poisoned her. Before she knew him, not only had she been far, far happier but she had been nicer. Loving him was turning her into an awful person, a person she hated.

There were so many things I wasn't that I had difficulty defining myself, especially in relation to Elise, who was so many things.

Mind you, after a time freedom can be a lonesome thing

I don't know what more there is to say, except this: that since one can't refuse to know oneself, and it must have happened eventually, I would rather it was through you than anyone else.

I now know something about myself which I have been suspecting for years, if I had had the honesty to admit it. I ought to be frightened and ashamed, but I am not.