Quotes About Self-discovery

She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.

It is impossible to forgive whoever has done us harm if that harm has lowered us. We have to think that it has not lowered us, but has revealed our true level.

If we go down into ourselves we find that we possess exactly what we desire.

My dear man, there's nothing I'd like better than to be by myself occasionally... I suppose you expect me to sit here and dream delicately and satisfy my tempermentality while you wander in from the bathroom with lather all over your face and shout seen my brown pants?

You poor kids! You talking children, that don't know anything about anything that matters! Don't you see? I can't play either of your games. I'm ME! I'm going to be me! Oh, if you do love me a little, let me be me! Good-by.

We are fragmented into so many different aspects. We don´t know who we really are, or what aspects of ourselves we should identify with or believe in. So many contradictory voices, dictates, and feelings fight for control over our inner lives that we find ourselves scattered everywhere, in all directions, leaving nobody at home. Meditation, then, is bringing the mind home.

Two people have been living in you all your life. One is the ego, garrulous, demanding, hysterical, calculating; the other is the hidden spiritual being, whose still voice of wisdom you have only rarely heard or attended to.

And yet, I also understood the need for this journey. To simply say to myself or anyone else, "I am forgiven" or "I forgive" could not shift my past karmic energy as well as walking the Camino. I was walking myself out of trauma and grief and anger and shame and righteous indignation and feelings of worthlessness and over-thinking and every other faulty human perception that blocked the truth of my being from shining through.

What people call woo-woo is transcending logic and tuning in to the voice of your spirit, your true Self, your Divine personal power. We all need a little woo-woo to rise above the fray of an ordinary life of struggle and survival, to free ourselves from the tyranny that comes with endlessly trying to figure things out, and to happily get on our way to living a life of wonder, grace, and flow.

Paris had such a strong outer feminine identity, maybe it could help me build a new, more feminine one of my own. One that was as committed to my own grace and

just how it had been painfully answered. By not being married, I was now free to focus on healing me. That was my gift in all of this. I was determined to accept it.

was now being asked by my soul to become fully and uncompromisingly self-loving for the first time in my life. It had long been my prayer. Divorce was

There were two big lessons to be learned in all of this: first, the pain of the past is unfortunately not so easily stripped away, and second, not to allow anyone ever again to take a literal or figurative whack at me.

The ego asks life, "Why is this happening to me?" while the spirit asks, "Why is this happening, and what can I learn from it?

Challenge yourself. Try to shed an outgrown identity.

But we each do have to let go of what isn't working for us; face our deepest fears; ask for help; and be messy, vulnerable, and willing to give up being in control.

Paris finally woke me up from the poison apple spell that lifetimes of self-rejection had put me under, causing me to desperately search for authentic love

The worst thing a girl can do is trail after a boy when a love affair is dead.

Great. Just great. One glimpse of his body and I have a full-blown crush. I honestly thought I was a bit deeper than that.

You don't always have to know who you are. Sometimes, it's enough just to know what to do next.

I don't know who I am any more. I have no bloody idea. ... I don't know who I am. Or what my goal is...or where I'm headed in life. Or anything

I look along the endless line, squinting in the sunshine. I'm twenty-nine years old. I can go anywhere. Do anything. Be anyone I like. There's no rush, I say at last, and reach up to kiss him again.

Oh God, maybe there's something wrong with me. I'm missing the gene which makes you grow up and buy a flat in Streatham and start visiting Homebase every weekend. Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.