Quotes About Self-discovery

true enlightenment comes only through contemplation and introspection.

Remember, the point of doing this [personality inquiry] is not to pigeonhole yourself with a four-letter type but to get clear on important aspects of your makeup--your personal blueprint. Use this inquiry as a mirror to see yourself more clearly, Don't accept the results as truth. Use them to find clues,

wages and rewards of going with the flow of your programming. The willingness to feel fear and keep going forward distinguishes the living from the merely breathing.

What's your heart telling you to do? I don't know.' Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.

loves it, in fact, as much as anything she has ever done. After the brain deadening years of child-rearing, she feels like she is waking up, feels as if her mind is stirring after a long sleep, spluttering and juddering into motion. She enjoys the hours spent in the red light of the darkroom too, thrills (more than she

Do you see that I cherish you beyond question, that you have nothing to prove to me? You are making your journey to secure yourself. I am already tethered to your side. if you can love yourself as I love you there will be no dislocation --- you will be whole. Bring yourself home to me and I will immerse you in very ounce of tenderness I possess. - Sabine Strohem

Because with all that I read, all that I learn, I discover how much I do not know. Ideas batter me like hailstones. Questions but no answers. Who am I? Where am I from? Do I have a family?

What I was trying to say, maybe, is that I don't know what it is I'm capable of transforming into.

Read as much as you can. Write only when you feel the inner need to do so. And don't ever rush into print.

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

took those drugs that made me search my soul, and try to see what I was all about … But the drugs back-fired. I took acid, and it squashed my ego down a little bit, and it hurt my feelings that I didn't have what someone else might have had. When you go through too much of that, it's like an attack you have inside your head. You won't accept it like that. I want it to be perfect! Music is perfect! 'But I never ever quit. See, I'm not a quitter.

All creatures are travellers. The most important journeys are the interior ones. The most important and the most hazardous.

You were protecting yourself. You wrapped yourself in armor and pretended to be invulnerable. Growing up inside that armor twisted you a bit out of true, but it doesn't matter. The essentials are all there." She searched my face. "The armor's getting too small, Aud. You have to choose.

It's as though all I am is my job. All I am is an empty shell. I look all right from a distance, but up close there's nothing there, nothing behind the pretty whorls and the brittle exterior. But I don't have that job anymore. No shell. But if I don't have that then what do I have?

I am Aud Torvingen. Aud, rhymes with crowd.

I wanted them to learn something unique to them, that came from them, not an artificial overlay that would evaporate in the first flash of fear adrenaline if they were ever threatened.

If I'd known that all it took to worm my way into a woman's heart was to let her beat the shit out of me, my early life would have been different.

She felt depressed and uncertain, not yet ready to be alone with her new and fragile thoughts.

I don't want to be Marghe the anthopologist who examines seashells on the beach and moves on. I don't think I am her anymore. But I don't know who I want to be.

Norway: a solid world aganist which to lay myself and make a mask that could be examined, could be held up in comparison with who I used to be, before.

Here she was Stranger Woman, or the SEC rep. Not Marguerite Angelica Taishan, not Marghe. She wondered if that person existed anymore.

Sitting in the fire in the summer evening as Hild the daughter of the might-have-been king, not Hild the seer of the overking, speaking nothing but British, she felt her face setting in a new shape, happier, younger.

Light of the world. This was what she knew. This was who she was. Her wyrd had been before she was. She chose this path, this place, because she had always chosen.

I missed you showing me things, making them magic. So I decided to find them myself. Like this.