Quotes About Self-discovery

I think that while I hated being depressed, and I would hate to be depressed again, I found a way to love my depression. I love it because it has forced me to find and cling to joy. I love it because each day I decide, sometimes gamely, and sometimes against the moment's reason, to cleave to the reasons for living and that, I think, is a highly privileged rapture.

which pisses her off and makes her scream and i look around my room and miss me.

I dont want to be anybody's mother. Im not done being a kid myself.Im way to young and so are you

Love one person, take care of them until you die. You know, raise kids. Have a good life. Be a good friend. And try to be completely who you are. And figure out what you personally love. And like go after it with everything you've got no matter how much it takes.

Most of us have everything we need to get through a crisis; we just have to tap into it.

Le donne sono forti. Le donne possono fare tutto, bene quanto gli uomini. Le donne possono fare molto di più. Ma una donna deve cercare dentro di sé quel filone di forza. Non si manifesta naturalmente da solo.

Like the firefly trying to match the brilliance of the stars, I had let the limits of my knowledge rule me. Man cannot change the movement of the planets with the sweep of his hands. Every man is guided by a force that is individual and unfathomable. Man can heal, but a little. Man can aid self-discovery, but only a little. No man is the master of another man's destiny. For man is no God. And fireflies are not stars.

Maybe I grew up too fast, maybe that's my trouble. I feel so lost out here...hung up between two worlds; half-kid and half-adult, half-boy and half-girl. And sometimes it seems like I get the dirty side of both.

She didn't want to be an out-and-out character any more than she wanted to be one of the herd, so Beth beat herself a path between the two.

Beth had taught Laura to look within herself, and what she found was a revelation.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn't forget?

Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight--at least as they normally experienced them....Some people lost their individuality in the water, but Riley always felt most herself. Water was supposed to symbolize renewal, she knew, but when Riley swam, pared down, alone, and unreachable--she felt a deeper sense of who she already was.

She was never going to be the kind of person who didn't stick out in all directions. To want it was the same as hating herself. That was the truth. She breathed those words. She could have repeated them a hundred times and they wouldn't have hurt any worse. Reality was stubborn for sure, but it was large and it had possibilities. It was a sweet relief when you let it come.

She was becoming the person she'd be for her whole life. Each thing she chose contributed to that person. She didn't want to be like this.

Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Elle errait le coeur brisé, sans savoir qui le lui avait brisé. Elle avait dû se le briser toute seule, conclut-elle.

Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered. That was how the story went. That was how it really ended.

It was a strange thing about college. You felt like you were supposed to be finding your life there. Each person you saw, you thought, Will you mean something to me? Will we figure into each other's lives?

On that fateful night they'd had sex, it seemed to her that she'd fallen asleep one person and woken up another. She couldn't remember the hows and whys of who she used to be. It was bewildering. Like hypnosis or a magic spell or a dream that had broken on her waking.

Remind me, she needed to ask. I don't seem to know how to be.