Quotes About Self-discovery

I love my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

If I stopped running and stood still, I would be accepting that what I had was all I would ever have. And then I would no longer be lost, because there would nowhere else to go

What was worse, we asked ourselves, to sit and wait for our own deaths with proper somber faces? Or to choose our own happiness?

Through trial with death, you discover your power. Through trial, you shed your mortal flesh, layer after layer, until you become who you are supposed to be.

I wiped my eyes and looked in the mirror. I was surprised at what I saw. I had on a beautiful red dress, but what I saw was even more valuable. I was strong. I was pure. I had genuine thoughts inside that no one could see, that no one could ever take away from me. I was like the wind.

I was returning with myself whole and unbroken—limbs, mind, and spirit. I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance

But I'll never forget. On the day of the Festival of Pure Brightness, I take off all my bracelets. I remember the day when I finally knew a genuine thought and could follow where it went. That was the day I was a young girl with my face under a red marriage scarf. I promised not to forget myself. How nice it is to be that girl again, to take off my scarf, to see what is underneath and feel the lightness come back into my body!

I loved my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

Y me hice una promesa: siempre recordaría los deseos de mis padres, pero jamas me olvidaría de mi misma.

We're not gonna know who we are as people until we've faced crises or loss, or when we have inexhaustible hope. Why do we hope? Why don't we give up? Who gives up?

If you have a seriousness of purpose, which is to understand yourself, human nature, the world, and the conflicts that make us infinitely interesting, you will find the stories that you want o tell.

Where did he go when he left us? I spied the new journal he had started using just last week and held it against my chest. This was who he was. But it also was not. It was sad and beautiful knowledge that a person cannot be found elsewhere but in his own spirit. No one could possess it.

Nadie, ni yo ni nadie, puede andar este camino por ti. Habrás de recorrerlo tú solo. No está lejos; lo tienes a tu alcance. Tal vez estás en él desde que naciste, sin saberlo. Tal vez está en todas partes: en el mar y en la tierra.

Would it last until they were senile? Hard to say. They had been through trial by fire, and it would either forge them like iron or break them apart like untempered glass. But there was this: They both desired the same thing. They wanted to be loved for who they were. They just had to discover who they were beneath the habits of foray and retreat.

you showed me who I truly am. You did not remove my doubts. You forced me to see how I waver.

So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. The pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain until it becomes hard and shiny, more clear, and then my fierceness can come back. My golden side, my black side.

Quienes no escriben no saben lo bonito que es escribir. Antes siempre me lamentaba por no saber dibujar, pero ahora estoy mas que contenta de que al menos sé escribir. Y si no llego a tener talento para escribir en los periódicos o para escribir libros, pues bien, siempre me queda la opción de escribir para mí misma

Cuando se fijan tanto en mi, primero me pongo arisca, luego triste y al final termino volteando mi corazón, con el lado malo hacia fuera, y el bueno hacia dentro buscando siempre la manera de ser como de verdad me gustaría ser y como podría ser... si no hubiera otra gente en este mundo

Toda persona tiene dentro de él algo bueno. La noticia es que usted no sabe lo grande que puede ser. Cuando se puede amar, ¡Cuánto se puede lograr!.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.