Quotes About Self-discovery

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes." Kvothe nodded. "Teccam said the same thing: no man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

I learned more from a month on the road than I had in three years of classes (...) No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveller, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección.

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers." I

If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.

Es mejor conocer los propios límites que calcular mal las propias habilidades y perder el control.

man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

El terror que ahora le atenazaba era el de ignorar algo de sí mismo y se trataba de una especie opuesta a la anterior, ya que de este no podía escapar, sino que debía hacerle frente.

If you live through the initial stage of fame and get past it, and remember thats not who you are. If you live past that, then you have a hope of maybe learning how to spell the word artist.

I was the black sheep. I never knew love until I lost it. The last few centuries I've had a lot of time to think, and my conclusion is that others' opinions may be part of why I turned out how I did.

your abuser tried to map your life for you. But he does not own you, and you have the freedom and the power to overcome and transcend the (negative) associations. You deserve to be happy, to be free of any feelings of shame or guilt or fear. You have the right to a completely satisfying sexual life. You are a righteous young woman. If you can get in touch with the feelings and consciously change the awful associations, you can re-map your life.

Freedom is...the right to write the wrong words.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.

Got to lose control before you take control.

We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.

I wrote to give myself something to read.

Of all your work, you are still your most beautiful. The most beautiful work of all.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

You know, the dreams you had for me weren't my dreams," he said. "Maybe those dreamsare meant for you.

We broke our mother's heart and became ourselves. We proceeded to breathe and therefore to leave, drunken, astonished, each of us a god.