Quotes About Self-discovery

Even if I'm following the path my parents set, I need to take my own dreams and beliefs with me.

A women who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people's evaluations.

How can we truly understand who we are unless we know who we were and what we have the power to become?

Move forward with no second-guessing, no guilt trips, no hesitation. Your purpose is to recreate yourself anew in each moment.

Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.

When you turn your attention toward what you love to do—activities that foster your spontaneity, motivation, and curiosity—you know that you are more than a procrastinator, more than just lazy.

Neil S. Plakcy

You thought that you were the permanent part of your own experience, the net that held it all together—until you discovered that there were many selves, dissolving into one another so quickly over time that the buildings and the trees and even the pavement turned out to have more substance than you did.

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

Man has so long worshipped the images of his own making that at first he finds this revelation blasphemous, but the day man discovers and accepts this principle as the basis of his life, that day man slays his belief in a God apart from himself.

Encuentra a tu propio ser, nunca estés avergonzado por el ser que tú eres. Descúbrelo y comienza el cambio de ese ser.

Waste no time trying to change the outside; change the within or the impression; and the without or expression will take care of itself. When the truth of this statement dawns upon you, you will know that you have found the lost word or the key to every door.

I answered Annie's questions about the day outside, about where the electricity crews were, and about myself, which last made dawn on me that it's only when someone asks you about yourself that you exist in the fourth dimension of a story.

And though I have done many shameful things, I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not ashamed of who I am because I know who I am. I have tried to rip myself open and expose everything inside - accepting my weaknesses and strengths - not trying to be anyone else. 'Cause that never works, does it? So my challenge is to be authentic. An I believe I am today. I believe I am.

I feel so completely crazy sometimes. I don't know which way I'm facing. All I can do is just shove all this shit to the side and try to move forward.

I buried it and buried it and turned away from everything light and sweet and delicate and lovely and became so scared and scarred and burdened and fucked up. But that goodness is there, inside---it must be. "Every day, in every way, It's getting better and better…" I let those words fall, wanting---wanting so bad to believe them.

It seems to fit. I feel comfortable in my own skin. I feel like I'm able to claim my own person. At least I'm making a start. I'm learning to stand on my own.

Having to be sober was like being a forty-year-old trapped in a young adult's body. How could I relate to any of my peers? It was like I'd come from a totally different planet.

George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been.

What people discover about themselves during therapy may not lead to peace or to happiness. Indeed, it often doesn't. But it can lead to the possibility of turning what is unbearable into what is bearable, of taking responsibility for yourself and having a degree of control over your own life.

There are days when the younger self accuses you. Is this who you wanted to be? Is this the life you wanted to live? What had happened to the books she had dreamt of writing, the journeys she had planned to take, the person she had thought to become? What had happened to that quiet, stubborn, fierce girl who promised herself freedom and adventure and who thought she could do anything?

In the end you have to choose who you will become. You are your life's work. Every moment of every day makes you. Only at the end, when your story is over, do you know what you have created.

Could there ever be a more wonderful story than your own?