Quotes About Self-discovery

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

I created myself, echo and abyss, by thinking. I multiplied myself by going deeply into myself...

Si la liberación no está dentro de mí, no está, para mi, en ninguna parte.

perché se la libertà non è in me non la troverò da nessuna parte.

That's why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?" God knows, because he wrote it.

Isolation has carved me in its image and likeness.

Só o que sonhamos é o que verdadeiramente somos, porque o mais, por estar realizado, pertenece ao mundo e a toda a gente

Mi-am cucerit, puÅ£in câte puÅ£in, teritoriul interior care urma s? fie al meu. Mi-am cerut, unul dup? altul, întinsurile de mlaÅŸtin? în care nu mai r?m?sese nimic din mine. Åži am scos la iveal? fiinÅ£a mea infinit?, dar a trebuit s? m? scot pe mine din mine cu forcepsul". - Fernando Pessoa, Cartea neliniÅŸtirii

Who am I behind this unreality? I don't know. I must be someone. And if I do not seek to live, to act or to feel, it is — believe me — so as not to disturb the already laid-down lines of my false persona.

I'm lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don't have what I've obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I'm awake. I wake up as if I'd been sleeping, and I don't belong to me. Life, in its essence, is one big insomnia, and all that we think or do occurs in a lucid stupor.

Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, (…) I'm the one here in myself, it's me. (…) Whatever I was, whatever I wasn't—it's all in what I am. Whatever I wanted, whatever I didn't want—all of this has shaped me. Whatever I loved, or stopped loving—in me it's the same nostalgia (Álvaro de Campos)

Why try to be like others if you're condemned to being yourself? Why laugh if, when you laugh, even your genuine happiness is false, since it is born of forgetting who you are? Why cry if you feel it's of no use, and if you cry not because tears console you but because it grieves you that they don't?

Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful – only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

Duas vezes jurei ser O que julgo que sou, Só para desconhecer Que não sei para onde vou.

Nos volvemos efigies tan falsas, que llegamos al punto de no saber ya quiénes somos. Porque, por otra parte, nosotros, que somos efigies falsas, no sabemos lo que somos realmente. El único modo de estar de acuerdo con la vida es estar en desacuerdo con nosotros mismos. Lo absurdo es lo divino.

It's the fact that in all this — sky, earth, world — there is never anything but myself!

No one loves anyone else; he loves What he finds of himself in other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel Who you are, and you're a stranger. Be who you are, even if never loved. Secure in yourself, you will suffer Few Sorrows. 10 August 1932

Creeds, ideals, a woman, a profession – all are prisons and shackles.

Sunt în dezacord cu mine,dar m? iert Fiindc? nici nu m? accept cu toat? seriozitatea.

Caut s? m? dezbar de ceea ce am înv??at, Caut s? uit felul de a-mi aminti cu care am fost înv??at, S? r?zuiesc cerneala cu care mi-au fost mânjite simÅ£urile, S? scot din l?zi adev?ratele mele emoÅ£ii, S? m? despachetez ÅŸi s? fiu eu.

Ah, é a saudade do outro que eu poderia ter sido que me dispersa e sobressalta!

To find one's personality by losing it — faith itself subscribes to that sense of destiny.

Se me ocurre que pensar, sentir, querer, también pueden ser estancamientos ante un pensar más íntimo, un sentir más mío, una voluntad perdida en alguna parte del laberinto de lo que realmente soy.