Quotes About Self-discovery

La vera solitudine è in un luogo che vive per sé e che per voi non ha traccia né voce, e dove dunque l'estraneo siete voi.

But I now felt that I could no longer patch things up, either with myself or with anyone.

The thought, rather, remained firmly planted, that I was not for others what up to then I had inwardly pictured myself as being.

True solitude is to be found in a place that lives a life of its own, but which for you holds no familiar footprint, speaks in no known voice, and where accordingly the stranger is yourself.

But being alone was also a closed loop. A loop with a slipknot, say. The loop could be small or large, but it always returned to itself. You had to untie the knot, finally. Open the loop and then everything sank in. And everyone. Then you could see what was true--that separateness had always been the illusion. A simple trick of flesh.

If by a soul one means the creature who lives within each of us, a creature born loving, born joyful, but who with each worldly blow shrinks more deeply into its shell until at last, the poor desiccated thing is unrecognizable even to its own self, yes. I do.

We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.

Okay. Let's see... She considered her past, and then smiled wryly and shook her head. Well, I was a perfume maker, Amaone, concubine, a duchess, a pirate, a madam, and then a hunter. Harper's eyebrows had slid up his forehead as she rattled of her resume.

In the quiet of an early morning, honesty finds me. It calls to me through a crack in my soul and invites the real me to come out, come out, wherever you are. Not the carefully edited edition of the me I am this year. No, honesty wants to speak to the least tidy version of the woman I've become. The one I can't make look more alive with a few swipes of mascara and a little color on my lips.

If you work long enough and hard enough to understand yourself, you will come to discover that this vast part of your mind, of which you now have little awareness, contains riches beyond imagination.

M. Scott Peck

She never let me be me. She made me in her image. She made me, made me, made me. She never let any of me be me.

Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.

In my personal struggle for maturity, I am gradually becoming aware of new insights, which tend as if of the themselves to want to slip away from me.

Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.

I don't know where I am going, I just know I had to leave. Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.

Na verdade, Capitu ia crescendo às carreiras, as formas arredondavam-se e avigoravam-se com grande intensidade; moralmente, a mesma coisa. Era mulher por dentro e por fora, mulher à direita e à esquerda, mulher por todos os lados, e desde os pés até à cabeça.

Esse primeiro palpitar da seiva, essa revelação da consciência a si própria, nunca mais me esqueceu, nem achei que lhe fosse comparável qualquer outra sensação da mesma espécie. Naturalmente por ser minha. Naturalmente também por ser a primeira.

The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.

What do you expect to happen if you teach your child to roll joints at the age of ten? How will she turn out if she is free to pilfer the lesser of your personal pharmacy? Who will she be if she is left to find her way among adults who are lost or hellbent on losing themselves?

Sometimes we have to be left on our own to discover the uniqueness and strength that is ours.

We have not been abandoned. We have, perhaps, in that leaving been given the gift of ourselves in a new, deeper, and more lasting way.

Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named

Maybe we have to sin, to know ourselves human, faulty and flawed, before there is any possibility of greatness. - Nik