Quotes About Self-discovery

What I learned late in life, under my rain of lava, under my kill-or-cure, unhappily, slowly, stubbornly, barely, and in really dreadful pain, was that there is one and only one way to possess that in which we are defective, therefore that which we need, therefore that which we want. Become it.

She was, after all, at home on D ward, more than she had ever been anywhere, and for the first time as a recognizable and defined thing—one of the nuts. She would have a banner under which to stand.

You're a girl. Someday you'll want to be a prisoner to someone other than yourself.

The Lady shrugged nonchalantly. "You're a hider. Thats what you're thinking. And you're right." May swallowed and nodded, feeling very small. The Lady kneaded her wrinkled hands. "What you are hiding from the most, my dear, is that you are none of those things you are so afraid of being - cowardly, weak, small. You aren't afraid to know you're afraid. And you're most afraid that you're stronger than you know.

I'm not myself,' she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. 'You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

I'm not myself," she offered . . . He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

And though, truly, she sometimes felt like something inside her had disappeared, it seemed that must be a natural part of growing up. Standing out too much made one feel too alone to do it forever.

There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too.

I'm not myself," she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

May looked back at the girl again. It was her, May and it wasn't.

Maybe figuring it out is... I don't know, what it's all about. Constantly deciding. And you're true enough not to decide anything before you're ready, and you don't want to lock yourself up in a box. Maybe it's the sure people who are missing out.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

It's an interesting combination: Having a great fear of being alone, and having a desperate need for solitude and the solitary experience. That's always been a tug of war for me.

I think that everyone should have at least a part of them that's self-invented; in fact, the world would be much more interesting if we all created our own identities afresh whenever we felt like it. Otherwise you're just walking around regurgitating what's expected, which is like, why bother?

Summer estaba en lo cierto, después de todo: sería una increíble Titania. Si lo consigue ella, ¿a mí qué? Podría ser un Duende mejor, y eso podría ser más divertido de todos modos. Parezco una malvada andrógina ahora, con mi cabello corto. Probablemente sería un estupendo Duende, en realidad, ahora que lo pienso. ¿Quién dice que tengo que ser la Reina de las Hadas?

But that's what growing up is, maybe. Realising what a fucking arse you've been.

Coddling a body cheats 'em out of finding their own strength.

My wife is pregnant, and her physician told her that physiologically and medically speaking, there are three different kinds of humans: men, women, and pregnant women. I think the same idea applies to you, Edward. There are grown-ups, children, and then you. You don't feel like a kid anymore, right?" Edward nods. "But you won't be an adult for years. You're something else, and we need to figure out what you are, so we can figure out how to help you.

He's not ambitious. He never knew what to do, so he wanted me to give him instructions for everything, big and small. I'm a fast walker, and he's slow. I thought I needed a husband, because that's what we were told as little girls, right? Or maybe not told but shown. It didn't occur to me that I might be better on my own. I was carrying him,

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be a part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

What do you want? Sylvie wouldn't have asked this question before, because she would have been afraid of the answer, but she wanted to be deeply and truly herself and to experience the world in the deepest and truest way.

She was all of herself with him and even felt there was room for her to become more. When he rested his eyes on her, it was without judgment or expectation, and in that space, Sylvie felt her potential: for bravery, brilliance, kindness, joy. All of these sails rested on the deck of her ship; they were hers, but she hadn't seen them before.

ringing all the bells of adulthood.