Quotes About Self-discovery

So I pulled back from everything and everyone I'd known....I realized I'd been changing even before we started moving,that my reinvention began when I was still in the most familiar of places. Once the setting was totally new,though, I finally could be,as well.

But down deeper, something I'd seen as solid-- not perfect, but solid-- was suddenly crumbling. I felt like I was falling to pieces right along with it.

Something I had seen as slid–not perfect, but solid–was suddenly crumbling. I felt like I was falling to pieces right along with it.

I was thinking that maybe, by this point, I liked it better broken.

In the last few weeks, I had changed. But in my mind, those changes had been for the better. I was finally getting over things, stepping over the careful box I'd drawn around myself all those months ago.

It meant nothing, this song. All my life I'd let other people put so much weight to it, until it was heavy enough to drown me, but it was just music. But even there, locked in the stall, I could still hear it going, those notes I'd known by heart for as long as I could remember, now twisted and different, with another man I hardly knew who had some claim to me, however small, singing the words.

It's about the courage to go for what you want, not just what you think you need. Sometimes, we don't even know what that is.

The past was so sticky, full of land mines: I made it a point, usually, not to be so detailed in the map of myself I handed over to a guy. And the song, that song, was one of the biggest keys to me. Like a soft spot, a bruise that never quite healed right. The first place I was sure they would strike back, when the time came for them to do so.

I still felt unformed, like a cake half baked with edges crisp, but still mushy in the middle.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be found.

It was a feeling I'd woken up with one morning, a kind of whirring in my ears and an instability to the world, like things were coming to a head. I faced myself in the bathroom mirror and looked into my eyes, wondering if I would see something new in them, something crackling and different. I felt strong, as if every muscle in my body was taut and lean, not creaky and bony anymore.

I tilted my head, looked into the distance. I don't even notice you falling in love with me, I practiced to the mirror. I am too preoccupied with what I am doing. Nobody wants to be noticed when they are falling in love. It is a private moment. Whoever was falling in love with me, I reasoned, deserved not to be disturbed.

People don't become what they were brought up to be, people become themselves. (p.146)

It's when you don't win that you learn things about yourself. Everything I have gone through has made me who I am today.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

And the process started over again. Once more it was, Who are you? And I had to confess that I didn't know where to begin.

Whenever I write a dramatic poem I can't understand why the characters should ever want to be anything but poets themselves.

Dopo aver riflettuto a lungo, esitato, e lottato con se stesso, invariabilmente sceglieva la strada che innumerevoli volte aveva respinto. Una

At that time, when you thought, and I agreed, that I shouldn't be alone, perhaps I really should have been alone

Everybody wanted to be what he was to the limit.

Au cours d'une vie, chaque individu part en quete de son identite, parfois au milieu des autres;ceoendant lorsqu''i se trouve, c'est en lui-meme, pas a l'exterieur de lui.

expongo algunas formas nuevas de pensar en el proceso para alcanzar la felicidad y el éxito. Compárelas con lo que ya sabe, lo que hace y lo que le sugieren otros. Cada persona encuentra su propia fórmula especial.

She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.

Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.