Quotes About Self-discovery

I want to take a fresh look at things and form my own opinion, not just ape my parents, as in the proverb "The apple never falls far from the tree.

She's not a mother to me – I have to mother myself. I've cut myself adrift from them. I'm charting my own course, and we'll see where it leads me.

Mi-e team? de mine îns?mi, mi-e team? ca, în dorinÈ›a mea, s? nu m? d?ruiesc prea repede.

lamentaba por no saber dibujar, pero ahora estoy más que contenta de que al menos sé escribir. Y si llego a no tener talento para escribir en los periódicos o para escribir libros, pues bien, siempre me queda la opción de escribir para mí misma. Pero

broken pocket mirror to try and catch a glimpse of me in the classroom.

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest.

Mi consejo es: "Sal fuera, a los prados, a la naturaleza y al sol. Sal fuera y trata de reencontrar la felicidad en ti misma; piensa en todas las cosas bellas que hay dentro de ti y a tu alrededor, y sé feliz.

Actually, what you're hoping to find when you're depressed is happiness. Even if you miss a lot because you have no one to talk to, once you've found your own inner happiness, you'll never lose it. I don't mean this in terms of material things, but in a spiritual sense. I believe that once your own inner happiness has been found, it might go underground for a while, but it will never be lost!

Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again. Whenever you've feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you've pure within and will find happiness once more.

how different we were back then; we don't even recognize ourselves from that period.

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because i have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I -nor for that matter anyone else- will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen year old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie burried deep in my heart.

Is it really such an admirable trait not to let myself be influenced by others? Am I right in following my own conscience? To be honest, I can't imagine how anyone could say "I'm weak" and then stay that way. If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character? Their answer has always been: "Because it's much easier not to!

Sal fuera, a los prados, a la naturaleza y al sol. Sal fuera y trata de reencontrar la felicidad en ti misma; piensa en todas las cosas bellas que hay dentro de ti y a tu alrededor, y sé feliz.

I don't want the person I confide in to be around me all the time. When will I untangle my jumbled thoughts? When will I find inner peace again?

And yet they are coming from me. I want to take a fresh look at things and form my own opinion, not just ape my parents, as in the proverb 'The apple never falls far from the tree.

Peleándose abiertamente una buena vez es como se aprende a conocerse a fondo. ¡Es entonces cuando en realidad puede juzgarse un carácter!

I'm awfully scared that everyone who knows me as I always am will discover that I have another side, a finer and better side. I'm afraid they'll laugh at me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental, not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously but it's only the lighthearted Anne that's used to it and can bear it; the deeper Anne is too frail for it.

She suddenly realized that there, ..., she had found something new about herself, discovered that she was a human being with feelings, thoughts and opinions of her own, a being separate from all others, a person in her own right

Because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, How alive am I willing to be?

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.

I'm here to be me, which is taking a great deal longer than I had hoped.

Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life - it has given me me . It has provided time and experience and failures and triumphs and time-tested friends who have helped me step into the shape that was waiting for me. I fit into me now. I have an organic life, finally, not necessarily the one people imagined for me, or tried to get me to have. I have the life I longed for. I have become the woman I hardly dared imagine I would be.

one of the worst things about being a parent, for me, is the self-discovery, the being face to face with one's secret insanity and brokenness and rage.

The very first thing I tell my new students on the first day of a workshop is that good writing is about telling the truth. We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason they write so very little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.