Quotes About Self-discovery

Después de todo, generalmente es en la infancia cuando aprendemos qué partes de nosotros son aceptables y cuáles no, y, por lo tanto, es el momento de comenzar a construir nuestra sombra y dar forma a nuestra personalidad consciente. Hacer el «trabajo del niño interior» suena un poco por ahí, pero en realidad no es tan distinto de reconocer y acoger delicadamente el aspecto de la sombra.

For most, a good conversation isn't necessarily about chemistry or flow—it's about being able to share and articulate their feelings and emotions. It's about the self-interest of allowing other people to see their inner greatness.

if you give them the opportunity to create a three-dimensional identity for themselves, you might find aspects of them that you actually enjoy or admire—or at least defensible justification for why they are the way they are.

Knowing yourself is probably the hardest job in the world.

The notion that I had walked twelve hundred miles since Rotterdam filled me with a legitimate feeling of something achieved. But why should the thought that nobody knew where I was, as though I were in flight from bloodhounds or from worshipping corybants bent on dismemberment, generate such a feeling of triumph? It always did.

In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.

Lots of people perish on the highways. All those faces should be preserved, engagements kept, promises upheld. Impossible. I walked out instantly. Fleeing the scene of a crime. That kind of game can destroy you. Anyway, I've never known who I was. I authorize my biographer to simply call me "a man," and I wish him luck. I've been unable to lengthen my stride, my breath, or my sentences. He won't understand the first thing about this story. Neither do I. We're even.

The letters dance before my eyes. Who am I?

Know yourself and go in swinging.

I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.

So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it." [ Patrick Ness slams library cuts ( The Guardian , 23 June 2011)]

It's a trick Ben taught me to help settle my Noise. You close yer eyes and as clearly and calmly as you can you tell yerself who you are, cuz that's what gets lost in all that Noise.

You know that is not true, the monster said. You know that your truth, the one that you hide, Conor O'Malley, is the thing you are most afraid of.

I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month's time exactly.

You are the one who called me, Conor O'Malley, it said, looking at him seriously. You are the one with the answers to these questions.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

His mother shakes her head. "Everyone thinks they know what's best. Everyone." And then a voice behind him says, "Sometimes you need to find out that you don't, though.

Marty: Dad's right about you. You got lost on your journey somewhere. Adam: That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

What kind of person am I when seen by you?

No one can provide the heart it's own peace; you have to find it yourself.

Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging.

You did this to me," I say, still trembling. "You put it in my head and made me–" "I did no such thing," he says. "I merely showed you the path. You walked down it all by yourself.

What are you?" Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a "what," frowned the monster. I am a "who." "Who are you, then?" Conor said. The monster's eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The