Quotes About Self-discovery

I'm trying out Theodore Finch, '80s kid, and seeing how he fits.

I so wanted him to be my boyfriend-m destiny. But I realize now that destiny sort of implies that you don't have to figure things out for yourself. It suggests the promise of not making a mistake...the same as my boyfriend list. If I've learned anything this summer, it's that the more I insist on things being the way they're supposed to be, the more I'm prevented from seeing (and accepting) things the way they really are." (pg. 240)

And maybe, just maybe, by letting go of who you think you should be, you become more of who you are meant to be." (pg. 249)

That's just how it is. You get halfway through your life and realize you've done it all wrong. You've picked the wrong jobs and followed the wrong dreams. Every decision from your cradle to the counter of an upscale children's boutique in Portland, Oregon gratingly names little fig where you now stand tethered at the age of thirty-seven for thirteen-dollars-an-hour-plus-commission has been all wrong.

She had always been dainty, and never quite confident enough to dance where anyone might see. Here, though, nobody cared or noticed. The emphasis wasn't on looking good or being sexy or standing out; it was about hurling yourself into it and dancing as if you didn't have a care in the world, or a worry, or even a thought; it was dancing as catharsis, and Nina very quickly found that she absolutely loved it.

Look for something real.' Syrinda had said. But how could she, when she didn't even know what that was?

Find something true to your spirit and your soul and do it every day.

It was a summer I would never, ever forget. It was the summer everything began. It was the summer I turned pretty. Because for the first time, I felt it. Pretty, I mean. Every summer up to this one, I believed it'd be different. Life would be different. And that summer, it finally was.

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

I won't be the reason you don't go to him. I won't be your excuse. You've got to see for yourself, or you'l never be able to let him go Jeremiah Fisher

She told me to try not to go to college with a boyfriend. She said she didn"t want me to be the girl crying on the phone with her boyfriend and saying no to things instead of yes

I wonder, though... what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back. Would it be scary only for a second or two, or would it be scary the whole time? What if I didn't like it at all? Or what if I liked it too much? It's a lot to think about.

En este momento me doy cuenta que no lo amo, que no lo he hecho por un tiempo. Que tal vez nunca lo hice. Porque él está ahí y es mío si lo quiero, lo podría besar otra vez, podría hacerlo mío. Pero no lo quiero. Quiero a alguien más. Se siente raro haber gastado tanto tiempo deseando algo, a alguien, y luego un día, de repente, solo se detiene.

When I´m done, I put the letter in my diary instead of in my hat box. I have a feeling I´m not done-done yet, that there´s still more I need to say, I just haven´t thought of it yet.

In truth, if Kitty's anyone, she's a Jefferson. Wily, stylish, quick with a comeback. Margot's an Angelica, no question. She's been sailing her own ship since she was a little girl. She's always known who she was and what she wanted. I suppose I'm an Eliza, though I'd much rather be an Angelica. In truth I'm probably And Peggy. But I don't want to be the And Peggy of my own story. I want to be the Hamilton.

The thing is, Susannah was right. It was a summer I'd never, ever forget. It was the summer everything began. It was the summer I turned pretty. Because for the first time, I felt it. Pretty, I mean. Every summer up to this one, I believed it'd be different. Life would be different. And that summer, it finally was. I was.

I didn't look back. And right there, I felt it, the glow, the satisfaction of being the one who left first.

Do I only like the boys I can never have? I've always known Peter was out of my reach. I've always known he didn't belong to me. But tonight he said he liked me. The thing I've been hoping for, he said it. So why didn't I just tell him I liked him back when I had the chance? Because I do. I like him back. Of course I do. What girl wouldn't fall for Peter Kavinsky, handsomest boy of all the Handsome Boys. Now that I really know him, I know he's so much more than that.

I just need to burrow in my little hobbit hole for a while, and when I'm ready, I'll come out again and be all right.

You only like guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you scared of?

I think maybe I'm just tired of all this. This in-betweenness of being somebody's girlfriend but not really.

Sometimes at night I conduct interviews with myself. What do you want? I don't know. What do you want? I don't know. What seems to be the problem? Just leave me alone.

A man is having terrible dreams. In them, he is being chased by a demon. He seeks counsel from a therapist, who tells him he must turn around and confront the demon or he will never escape it. He vows to do this, but each night in his dreams, he runs again. Finally, he manages to turn around and look straight at the demon. "Why are you chasing me?" he asks it. The demon says, "I don't know. It's your dream.

Det, mente hun, var hendes egentlige Væsen, det, som de rette Omgivelser vilde gjøre hende til, og hun drømte tusinde Drømme om hine sollyse Egne og fortæredes af Længsel efter sit rette, rige Jeg, og glemte, hvad der ligger saa nær at glemme, at selv de fagreste Drømme, selv de dybeste Længsler ikke lægger en eneste Tomme til Menneskeaandens Vækst.