Quotes About Self-discovery

The great theme we all share is that of becoming ourselves, of overcoming our father and mother, of assuming our identities somehow.

I, who was never quite sure about being a girl, needed another life, another image to remind me. And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure nor soothe it. I made you to find me.

Kind Sir: Lost and of your same kind I have turned around twice with my eyes sealed and the woods were white and my night mind saw such strange happenings, untold and unreal. And opening my eyes, I am afraid of course to look—this inward look that society scorns— Still, I search in these woods and find nothing worse than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

I'm lost. And it's my own fault. It's about time I figured out that I can't ask people to keep me found.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.

You MUST know You to do YOU!

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

She could have taken root. She wanted to be a Rose, somebody's Rose, their Rose—and she would have been company for the flowers. She had new memories to give them, new people to tell them of, people who would help tend to them and keep them. But they warned her. They saved her. Hazel was nobody's Rose. For better or for worse.

Something was wrong with him - and down deep he'd known his whole life. Maybe the wards had even said something. (You are not right, boy.) Maybe the other children had. (What's wrong with you?) Maybe it had happened while he watched one child after another walk off with a family from the Eastern Villages, with a merchant or a farmer. (You know no one will ever take you, right?) Maybe he'd even said it to himself.

I identify with all the Grimm fairy-tale girls, every single one. I always have. Those were the only stories I understood and the only stories I kneew how to tell. I did not know there were other possibilitiees.

I'm not really made for people." Callie exhaled. "You're not made at all, Oscar. Don't you see? After everything that's happened this week? You get to do the making.

Change is the manifestation of our ability to grow and become. When it occurs in those nearest and dearest to us it is an opportunity for celebration. When it happens in ourselves, it allows us to share ourselves on a new level. When we try to protect others from the awareness of our changes, we are being dishonest. No one can care for who we are unless they know who we are.

Tugs used to think that everyone's name was in the dictionary, and when she had realized it was only hers, both Tugs and Button, she felt suddenly fond and possessive of it, as if this book were put here for her guidance alone.

J?s einat per savo dykum?. Aš einu per savo. Ken?iam kas sau, kovojam su savo demonais, o vienatv? kaip tik mus suartina.

shapes we had to take in order to please others: the shapes that we hate. Our true selves are the selves we would have been had no one tried to break or shame or change us. Our true selves are what those who actually love us see in us. Our true selves are who we have always been, even if they have been in hiding all this time. Our true selves are who we will, in that sheer blue zone above self-loathing, always be.

Our true selves, the selves from our "times before," are waiting for us. Where to find them? In the places and activities that make us hate ourselves the least. Do you hate yourself less than usual while mountain-climbing, singing, studying, discussing lab results, visiting France? Wherever you hate yourself less is where your true self lives, where he or she feels safe to work and play.

They say isolation drives you crazy. Sure it does-when you can't get enough of it.

Alone, we are alive.

This crisis had forced me to confront what was most important to me, rather than what I was conditioned to want, or perhaps what I had conditioned myself to want.