Quotes About Self-discovery

What's got into me? Do I want children? Do I want to be a mamma, nursing and singing lullabies? Marriage plus pregnancy? And if my mother should emerge from my stomach just now when I think I'm safe?

talvez, diante do abandono, sejamos todos iguais; talvez nem mesmo uma cabeça muito disciplinada consiga suportar a descoberta de não ser amada.

Maybe I should erase Lila from myself like a drawing from the blackboard, I thought, for, I think, the first time. I felt fragile, exposed, I couldn't spend my time following her or discovering that she was following me, either way feeling diminished. I immediately went to find her.

In the end she read it. It seemed to me that she shrank, as if I had unloaded a weight on her. And I had the impression that she was making a painful effort to free from some corner of herself the old Lila, the one who read, wrote, drew, made plans spontaneously—the naturalness of an instinctive reaction. When she succeeded, everything seemed pleasantly light.

he's no one. And for a person who is no one to become someone is more important than anything else.

As I traveled toward Milan, I discovered that, with Lila set aside, I didn't know how to give myself substance except by modeling myself on Nino. I was incapable of being a model for myself. Without him I no longer had a nucleus from which to expand outside the neighborhood and through the world, I was a pile of debris.

desde chico no sólo sabía que no era lo que los demás creían, sino tampoco lo que yo mismo creía ser. Me decía: soy otra cosa, una cosa que permanece oculta en mis venas, no tiene nombre y espera. Pero no sabía qué era esa cosa y, sobre todo, no sabía cómo podía ser yo...

scoprii in pubblico quanto avessi imparato assistendo a quello sforzo doloroso di scavo. Parlai di come avessi cercato da sempre, per impormi, di essere maschio nell'intelligenza – io mi sono sentita inventata dai maschi, colonizzata dalla loro immaginazione, esordivo tutte le sere

Era el hombre que siempre había amado, o un desconocido al que estaba obligando a asumir una fisonomía clara y definitiva?

I have to relearn—I said to myself—the tranquil pace of those who believe they know where they're going and why.

Now that Mario had left me, if he no longer loved me, if I in fact no longer loved him, why should I continue to carry in my flesh so many of his attributes? What I had deposited in him had surely been eliminated now by Carla in the secret years of their relationship. But as for me, if all the features that I had assimilated from him had once seemed to me lovable, how, now that they no longer seemed lovable, was I going to tear them out of me?

Ich kam mir verrückt vor, leichtsinnig, aber ich war froh darüber. Ein Teil von mir war es leid, immer die Vernünftige zu spielen.

Falei de como tinha tentado desde sempre, a fim de me impor, ser um homem na inteligência - percebi-me inventada pelos homens, colonizada por sua imaginação

Dass er niemand ist. Und für einen, der niemand ist, gibt es nichts Wichtigeres, als jemand zu werden. Daraus folgt, dass dieser Signor Sarratore ein unzuverlässiger Mensch ist.«

Kendimi baÅŸkalar?n?n sözlerine uydurmaktan b?kt?m. Gerçekten ne olduÄŸumu ve hangi insan olabileceÄŸimi bilmeye ihtiyac?m var.

How foolish to think you can tell your children about yourself before they're at least fifty. To ask to be seen by them as a person and not as a function.

Ebbi l'impressione che si dibattesse per trovare, dall'interno della gabbia in cui si era chiusa, un modo d'essere tutto suo che però le restava oscuro.

And I had become, that was certain, but without an object, without a real passion, without a determined ambition.

The better and truer you feel, the farther away you go.

Frumusetea pe care Cerullo o avea in minte inca de mica nu s-a manifestat, Greco, si i-a ajuns toata pe fata, in piept, pe coaste si pe cur, locuri de unde trece repede si e ca si cum n-ai avut-o niciodata.

Yes, yes, resign yourself to what you are, each on his own path.

I had to accept myself outside of her.

Become. It was a verb that had always obsessed me, but I realized it for the first time only in that situation. I wanted to become, even though I had never known what. And I had become, that was certain, but without an object, without a real passion, without a determined ambition.

Oh of course it pleased me, it pleased me greatly. But I also felt as if my body had the consistency of egg shell, and a slight pressure on my arm, on my forehead, on my stomach would be enough to break it and dig out all my secrets, in particular those which were secrets even to me.