Quotes About Self-discovery

I'm still learning more about myself and my situation and really, off the court, how to function there, because I'm kind of getting the taste of retirement now.

The way I approach this thing, when I started to get my head screwed on straight and really trying to make something of myself as an artist, when I was 19 or 20, it became more about function for me. Like, what is this song doing to you? What is the function of this type of artform? What is it doing?

The fundamental law of nature is to not know too much about yourself.

Experimenting with your own life is the most fundamental medium we have.

I didn't want to be an accountant; I found myself being a banker, which was a bit different. I went to university, and I was going to do a Ph.D. in the States, but I didn't get the funding for it, so I had two years where I had a bit of a wobble and didn't really know what I wanted to do, and I ended up working as a banker.

The deeper I go into myself the more I realize that I am my own enemy.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are' is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!

She had begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone

It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?

Am I the same cold, ragged damp Sara? And to think I used to pretend and pretend and wish there were fairies! The one thing I always wanted was to see a fairy story come true. I am living in a fairy story. I feel as if I might be a fairy myself, and able to turn things into anything else.

I don't want to be queer, and I'm not going to be. I'll shall stop being queer if I go every day to the garden. There is magic in there...

How does tha' like thysel'?" she inquired, really quite as if she were curious to know.

At that moment a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one. She was getting on.

Where this story stops, they look into a mirror reflecting a mirror where the story begins and reflects a mirror where the story continues.

Everyone whirled around her, entranced by the stories in which they recognized themselves, but in the stories they were also more than themselves and it always felt at the end fulfilled, not meaningless and empty like life can sometimes feel.

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

I wish I wasn't a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.

I dont know about happily ever after… but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought..

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

The lesson of this life is not for me to touch you again. It is to accept who I am now and not feel shame.