Quotes About Self-discovery

Learning from our mistakes and holding on to our memories help us become deeper individuals with a better sense of who we are and how we choose to live our lives.

Some journeys take you farther from where you come from, but closer to where you belong.

Spend a long time alone, especially if you're someone who's never been that social to begin with, and you find yourself craving solitude.

Exercising leadership is an expression of your aliveness... But when you cover yourself up, you risk losing something as well. In the struggle to save yourself, you can give up too many of those qualities that are the essence of being alive, like innocence, curiosity, and compassion.

Some people just need to read and think, to spend time alone sorting through the stories in their heads

Somewhere along the line of development we discover what we really are, and then we make our real decision for which we are responsible. Make that decision primarily for yourself because you can never really live anyone else's life, not even your own child's.

Pero ya digo que la recuperación no existe: no es posible volver a ser quien eras. Existe la reinvención, y no es mala cosa. Con suerte, puede que consigas reinventarte mejor que antes. A fin de cuentas, ahora sabes más.

In writing their letters, I say to them, they are to place themselves in the future, looking back, and to report on all the insights they acquired and milestones they attained during the year as if those accomplishments were already in the past.

I don't know why they want me here on earth, the little rocks. I don't know why they care about me as they do. I only know that by the time I reached the tree I had no choice but to fling the rope away from myself. I turned back, my fingers rubbing the little agate. All the way back to the store not a single rock slipped underfoot.

Something new was at work, she could feel it, an ease with her own mind she'd never felt before, a pleasure in her own wit she'd half hidden or demurred. As Agnes, she'd always felt too inhibited to closely question men. Questions from women to men always raised questions of a different nature. As a man, she found that Father Damien was free to pursue all questions with frankness and ease.

Look, I can't go out with you, because...because...because I'm a lesbian.

Maybe that's what we look for all our lives, the worst possible grief, to make us truly ourselves before we die.

Poate c? tocmai asta c?ut?m prin via??, nimic altceva decât asta, cea mai mare durere cu putin?? pentru a deveni noi înÅŸine înainte de-a muri.

C'est peut-être ça qu'on cherche à travers la vie, rien que cela, le plus grand chagrin possible pour devenir soi-même avant de mourir.

Je moet eerst een diepe walging van de anderen krijgen voordat je zelf precies weet waartoe je in staat bent.

The smart, ambitious woman he'd fallen in love with had slipped under the weight of his dark moods. She didn't like who she was becoming—quick to please him just to stop his anger, less likely to listen to herself than to him.

Stevie thought about how people have to find their own ways to the light. People take as long as they take, and there wasn't any use trying to rush them.

What had happened to the girl from Bard? That strong, funny, sexy, smart, sure-of-herself person named Nicola? How could someone so dynamic have turned into a mouse? She was positive that if she ever met her old self, she'd be scared of her. But

I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.

I asked Doss if she had no regard for appearancs. She said, 'I've been keeping up appearances all my life. Now I'm going in for realities. Appearances can go hang!

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

In the object which he contemplates … man becomes acquainted with himself.

deep inside me there's a perpetual seething, like the bottom of a geyser, and I keep hoping that things will come to an eruption once and for all, so that I can turn into a different person.

Era proprio la mia quell'immagine intravista in un lampo? Sono proprio così io, di fuori, quando vivendo - non mi penso? Dunque per gli altri sono quell'estraneo sospeso nello specchio: quello, e non già quale io mi conosco: quell'uno lì che io stesso prima, scorgendolo, non ho riconosciuto. Sono quell'estraneo che non posso veder vivere se non così, in un attimo impensato. Un estraneo che possono vedere e conoscere solamente gli altri, e io no.