Quotes About Self-discovery

I'm not this girl," she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn't her. She didn't kiss strange men. She didn't feel this deep hunger inside. "I know you're not," he said. "But I am this man.

Perhaps you would be better off finding some way to embrace your new nature, instead of fighting it.

Maybe it is time to get over your daddy issues and just deal with it.

If you have a devil within you, don't hide him but put him in front of your wagon so that he will use up all his strength by pulling you forward.

spin a cocoon around herself.

To become a WRITER I had to learn to INTERRUPT, to speak up, to speak a little louder, and then LOUDER, and then to just speak in my own voice which is NOT LOUD AT ALL.

I have been waiting on her all my life. I was the waitress. Waiting on her and waiting for her. What was I waiting for? Waiting for her to step into her self or step out of her invalid self. Waiting for her to take the voyage out of her gloom, to buy a ticket to a vital life.

I want to get away from the kinship structures that are supposed to hold me together. To mess up the story I have been told about myself. To hold the story upside down by its tail.

It was hard to accept that the first man in my life would do things that were to my disadvantage if they were to his advantage. Yet it was a revelation that somehow set me free.

When a female writer walks a female character in to the centre of her literary enquiry (or a forest) and this character starts to project shadow and light all over the place, she will have to find a language that is in part to do with learning how to become a subject rather than a delusion, and in part to do with unknotting the ways in which she has been put together by the societal system in the first place.

Remove the Curtain of your Heart and see the Beloved sitting inside yourself. Close your Ears to the Outside and hear the Cosmic Sound going on within you. Intro to Part 2, Chapter 1. Credit given to Mira, poet-saint of Rajastan.

In a 1999 paper, Reiner indicates that his data show "that with time and age, children may well know what their gender is, regardless of any and all information and child-rearing to the contrary. They seem to be quite capable of telling us who they are, and we can observe how they act and function even before they tell us.

Avery important change that has yet to be made is the time we transgenders are no longer called 'sex changes'. After all, consider this: we are NOT CHANGING anything! Indeed, we are merely CORRECTING pronouns, names, manner of dress, hormones and less to MATCH what has always been in our brains...

As satisfied as I was that I had accomplished what I had set out to do, I realized that the journey I had resolved to take did not end after the completion of the book. I have learned that each journey begets another one and life has a way of exponentially creating new roads to follow.

Eu n-am avut identitate pân? când nu mi-ai dat tu una.

You never know what you're capable of until you're tested,

Far better than a precise plan is a clear sense of direction and compelling beliefs. And that lies within you. The question is, how do you evoke it?

No one can teach us the joy of living; we are endowed with it. So why are we continually waiting for the lecture?

Satu-satunya cara untuk mengetahui asal-usulmu adalah keluar, lalu kembali. Kamu pikir si Adam itu tahu dirinya istimewa kalau tidak dibuang dulu ke bumi?

Dunia tidak lagi sama. Hidup ini menjadi asing. Aku sedih untuk sesuatu yang tak kutahu. Aku galau untuk sesuatu yang tak ada. Dan jari ini ingin menunjuk sesuatu yang bisa menjadi sebab, tapi tak kutemukan apa-apa. Pada saat yang sama, seluruh sel tubuhku berkata lain. Mereka tahu sesuatu yang tak dapat digapai pikiran. Apa rasanya, jika tubuhmu sendiri menyimpan rahasia darimu?

Satu-satunya yang tidak diajarkan kepadamu adalah mengenal diri sendiri. Karena itu, kamu benci dan takut terhadap hidup

Kebenaran akan menelanjangi dirinya dengan sendiri dengan cara tak diduga-duga.

Letting go of "stuff" allowed the world to collapse behind me as I moved, so I became nothing more or less than who I simply was: Me.

Sometimes I worry that I'll slide back into the mindless rotisserie of work and projects that guided me in my old house... that I'll grow numb to the way nature can leave me awestruck. I worry that I'll fall asleep at the switch, only to wake up years later and find that I can't remember what I did last week or the month before that, nor do I recognize the old lady staring back at me in the mirror.