Quotes About Self-discovery

To change, a person must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon, the life-energy of the soul.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

You sit here for days saying, This is strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You're some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in the furnace, so you won't have to become coins.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you've known it from before the beginning of the universe.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn't slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn't you know?

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

I never thought... that someone liked me... not like a demon... not like a half-demon... not even like human... just like... just like me!" -Inuyasha

We all came into this world naked. The rest is all drag.

After licking my wounds, I created new dreams. I planted more seeds. I had begun to understand that my ability to change my perception and reinvent myself was my trump card.

In the great tradition of Paris Is Burning, bring out your library cards! Because reading is what? Fundamental!

Inside of us all is great power, creativity, and beauty.

Don't try to make children grow up to be like you, or they may do it.

The beautiful thing about meditation is that it allows you to access that cool guy or girl inside of you that's waiting to come out. You'll be able to access the part of you that people like to be around. The part of you that feels upbeat about things. That feels like you're moving toward your goals without frustration and anxiety. That feels ecstatic to be alive! The more I meditate, the more I have these moments.

Just try it," he murmurs, reaching over to cover my hand gently. And I think, Whoa, that's never happened before! Then: Is he just doing that because he thinks Wyatt is interested? And, finally, this: Who the hell cares?!

Growing up, I was utterly oblivious to the fact that Mom was teaching me all that. But I was instantly aware of her final lesson, which was hidden in her notes and leters. As I read them I began to understand that in the end you are the only one who can make yourself happy. More important, Mom showed me that it is never too late to find out how to do it.

Interviewer: The other day, when we first talked, you said that you felt that, when you were writing, you were often following invisible patterns. Stone: I don't see them so much as hear them, and I know that a poem will happen and later I will look at it, and say: Wow, where did that come from? how did I do that? I didn't set out to do that, but the neural connections are so fast, the body, the self is so slow, (laughs) that you're kind of astonished. It's odd.

I sometimes stood for long moments listening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself