Quotes About Self-discovery

She was baptised to Christ-their name for the pattern, her path, her wyrd. She was still herself.

The shadows around her loomed longer and darker. She didn't know what her light was.

After some months on the road she was taller still, her muscles hard but her smile more ready.

Nobody finds himself by searching merely for himself. Personality is born out of conflict with a norm.

My truth is the sum of what I am, not a simple summary of what I think.

Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you.

Un voyage se passe de motifs. Il ne tarde pas à prouver qu'il se suffit à lui-même. On croit qu'on va faire un voyage, mais bientôt c'est le voyage qui vous fait, ou vous défait.

To write, for a lesbian, is to learn to take down the patriarchal posters in her room. It means learning to live with bare walls for a while. It means learning how not to be afraid of the ghosts which assume the color of the bare wall.

I was walking around legally blind. Now I have 20-20 vision. I can't believe I spent so many years blurry, but I think that coincides with how I was feeling. Now I notice if people are watching me, but I also smile right back if someone waves, which helps.

ONE THING I AM NEVER GOING TO DO WHEN I GROW UP Is fall in love, drop out of college, learn to subsist on water and air, have a species named after me, and ruin my life.

Everything except the freedom to be what she wanted to be - whatever that was. She had to break away. Whether he liked it or not. She had to.

She, too, could become someone else. Eventually. Or she'd told herself all these years.

A door to an alternate self. This self was another Alice, not the childhood Alice: capable, free in the world, independent.

Pat was a complicated and occasionally contradictory man, which is to say he was human, he was flawed, and he was still in the act of self-discovery, of becoming.

What if you could be anything or anybody you choose to be? Think about it. What would you choose to be?

despair evaporates when we stop denying who we really are and attempt to uncover and accept our true nature.

Alone you're refinding a glittering, a clarity, you're finding your distilled self. ...You think of the two types of aloneness you've known recently: this wonderful, sparkly, soul-refreshing type, and the despairing loneliness that sucks the breath from your life.

A lot of people resist transition and therefore never allow themselves to enjoy who they are. Embrace the change, no matter what it is once you do, you can learn about the new world you're in and take advantage of it.

The day she clips her way out of her cocoon, the only sound she plans to hear is a deafening cheer.

Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion too? Show me yours, I'll show you mine we used to say. Your turn. Peel away.

The crashing sound of years lost shattered in her ears, and new fears emerged from the looking glass. Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever sing again.

If you are drawn to the left hand path, it's usually because you've had some kind of life experience that has shocked you, awakened you.

Don't live a life you copy from others, it's definitely going to be complicated to you.

there was also something in me that felt contained there; that needed a different setting in which to grow. It was perhaps a mark of my arrogance and immaturity that I believed I had to leave in order to do so.