Quotes About Self-discovery

Wasn't it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?

Every time I stumbled and fell, something in me hardened, became worse. By the time I reached the castle gates; I think I was not Lestat. I was someone else altogether.

If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music. . you wouldn't see darkness. . you'd see an illumination that is all your own. . light and beauty come together in you in a thousand different patterns.

We seek to perfect what we are, not to constantly alter it. We seek to find something that is a true expression of our soul with which to shape what makes up our form. But there's no need for you to trouble yourself over these things.

Y tienes que saber que no cambiamos con el paso del tiempo; somos como flores que se abren; simplemente nos convertimos más y más en nosotros mismos.

You reach deep down and bring up what feels absolutely authentic to you as you move along with the book, but you don't know everything about it. You can't.

We sleep, we doze, we meditate-we discover ourselves in our passions and our disasters, but also in our slumber, and in our dreams.

Felix?" "I don't know, Dad. I can't get his words out of my head! I've never been able to get the negative voices of my life out of my head. I've struggled all my life to find my own truth and I find myself smothered by other people's words. It's as though they're always shouting at me, bullying me, shaking their fists, and half the time I can't find what I think.

I myself had not known the lines of human expression still remained to me, and I was most happy to discover them, and I rather liked the image that I presented in the glass.

like to cry alone. It felt so marvelously good, to cry and cry, totally removed from any hint of censure! No one to tell you yes or no, no one to beg for forgiveness, no one to intervene.

I am...unfinished.

Sometimes Willa felt she'd spent half her life apologizing for some man's behavior. More than half her life, actually. First Derek and then Peter, forever charging ahead while Willa trailed behind picking up the pieces and excusing and explaining.

See this? And this? See me somersault? See me pull my wagon?" His smallness colored every act; he was conscious of a desperate need to learn to manage, to take charge of his surroundings. Waking

Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?

I had hope for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface, and exit through it.

I was still ringing. I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

When I was fifteen, I felt it coming; now I was sixteen, and it hit. My feet had imperceptibly been set on a new path...there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, or about anything. I was going to hell on a handcart, that was all, and I knew it and everyone around me knew it, and there it was.

She would find her answers in the words she wrote, in the stories she told, not by asking for permission.

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that's happened in last month to download into my brain. It's nice, not knowing. Even if it's just for five minutes.

The world's beauty hurt like razors, and Tally knew she'd never have to cut herself again. She carried a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her.

My protag likes to play with matches. Then she finds out she doesn't need the matches.' I would totally totally TBR that, Sagan said.

Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain. Otherwise, you might as well be living on a reservation, worshipping a bunch of bogus gods.

She had changed the arc of her own story, merely by typing a couple of thousand words each day for thirty days.

We walked around four hundred miles and most nights we were the only people in the world who knew where we were. There are many definitions of freedom but surely that is one of them.