Quotes About Self-discovery

want you to find what you need, to feel whole again, to reassure yourself that you haven't missed anything! That feeling you had of being robbed? You're not ever going to feel like I was the one to rob you. Think of me as your cheerleader.

She didn't need advice from Mel or anyone else. She'd given him every chance, but he never said a word about how he felt about her, not a syllable about wanting a life with her. She had to make herself move on before she couldn't.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude. —Sir Thomas Browne

Because if you are fragmented and uncertain it is terrifying to find the boundaries of yourself melt. Survival in a desert, then, requires that you lose this fragmentation, and fast. It is not a mystical experience, or rather, it is dangerous to attach these sorts of words to it.

Before that moment, I had always supposed that loneliness was my enemy. I had seemed not to exist without people around me. But now I understood that I had always been a loner, and that this condition was a gift rather than something to be feared. Alone, in my castle, I could see more clearly what loneliness was.

I had paid for this over and over with moments of neurotic despair, but it had been worth it. I had somehow always countered my desire for a knight in shining armour by forming bonds with men I didn't like, or with men who were so off the air there was no hope of a permanent relationship.

I kept getting the odd sensation that I was in fact perfectly stationary, and that I was pushing the world around under my feet.

resort. Yes, exactly, only now, after all this time, I had discovered that the grenade was a dud, and I could hop right back to that same old spot which was safety. The excruciating thing was that those two selves were now warring with each other. I wanted desperately to find those camels, and I wanted desperately not to find them. The pilot snapped me back to the present dilemma. 'Well, what do you want to do? Shall

To be free is to learn, to test yourself constantly, to gamble. It is not safe. I had learnt to use my fears as stepping stones rather than stumbling blocks, and

She didn't add the elements that allowed me to proceed down a different path. She lent a spark, perhaps, or tendered the flame, but the arson was mine.

I made a decision that year, to start mattering in a way that had nothing to do with sports teams or plastic crowns, and the reality is, I might have made that decision without her, or if I'd never fallen in love with a girl who considered love to be the biggest disaster of all.

It had hurt to accept what was wrong with me, but it hurt even more to have hope.

Usually spending any amount of time with someone was a forcible reminder of how much I'd rather be alone.

It was about being able to dance like Cassidy did, as though no one was watching, as though the moment was infinite enough without needing to document its existence. And so I closed my eyes and tried.

But that morning, standing at the window of my dorm roomas I buttoned my shirt, I felt like an entirely different person. It was as though someone had taken an eraser to my life and, instead of getting rid of the mess, had rubbed away all the parts that I'd wanted to keep.

Two pathologies diverged in a yellow wood," Nick said, using his Mock Trial voice. "And I, I took the one less traveled.

Because I made a decision that year, to start mattering in a way that had nothing to do with sports teams or plastic crowns, and the reality is, I might have made that decision without her, or if I'd never fallen in love with a girl who considered love to be the biggest disaster of all.

By the time I packed up, I wondered if I'd really been looking for Cassidy after all, or if I'd been hoping to find myself.

She was determined to figure out who I wanted to be

There's this poem," Cassidy finally said, "by Mary Oliver. And I used to write a line from it in all of my school notebooks to remind myself that I didn't have to be embarrassed of the past and afraid of the future. And it helped. So I'm giving it to you. The line is, 'Tell me, what is it you plan to do/With your one wild and precious life?'" We

I'm not denying that what you're going through is real. What I'm saying is that you need to decide what you believe about memories. They aren't who you are. They aren't who you have to be. Even if things like this keep happening, and they likely will, you have to decide how much you will internalize them.

The road to enlightenment is long and difficult. Bring snacks and a book to read.

As he looked at his reflection in the dresser mirror, he felt that recurring surprise that the tall, attractive man staring back was he, and beyond that was the wonder that the image bore no real relationship to the man himself.

It was frightening, though, how little time you got. You only became yourself when you were twenty-three or twenty-four. A few years later, you had an old man's chest hair. It wasn't worth it.