Quotes About Self-discovery

I tried to think about what I really wanted, rather than what everyone else seemed to want for me. I thought about what Will had really been telling me—not to live some vicarious idea of a full life but to live my own dream. The problem was, I don't think I'd ever really worked out what that dream was.

Eu tinha vinte e seis anos e não sabia muito bem quem era.

I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister's voice reminding me of who I had been.

There are so many versions of ourselves we can choose to be. Once, my life was destined to be measured out in the most ordinary of steps.

Look outwards, Alice," Margery would say, her voice carrying on the breeze. "Not much point worrying what the town thinks about you—nothing you can do about that anyway. But when you look outwards, why, there's a whole world of beautiful things." For

Some mistakes ... just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let that night be the thing that defines you.

I would think about myself for a change. I would let myself heal.

but as for anything else, I wasn't sure I was made of the right ingredients.

Here, I could hear my thoughts. I could almost hear my heartbeat. I realized, to my surprise, that I quite liked it.

You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are 'not that sort of person.'" "But I'm not." "How do you know? You've done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?

Alguns erros... apenas têm consequências maiores que outros. Mas você não precisa deixar que aquela noite seja aquilo que define quem você é.

How do you know? You've done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?" How could someone like him have the slightest clue what it felt like to be me? I felt almost cross with him for willfully not getting it. "Go on. Open

Every crisis offers an opportunity to grow stronger and wiser; to reach deep within and discover a better you that will create a better outcome. So while this is your crisis, what matters most is what you do with it.

Every crisis offers an opportunity to grow stronger and wiser; to reach deep within and discover a better you that will create a better outcome.

Meditation is the only intentional, systematic human activity which at bottom is about not trying to improve yourself or get anywhere else, but simply to realize where you already are.

Note that this journey is uniquely yours, no one else's. So the path has to be your own. You cannot imitate somebody else's journey and still be true to yourself. Are you prepared to honor your uniqueness in this way?

The immature conscience is not its own master. It simply parrots the decisions of others. It does not make judgments of its own; it merely conforms to the judgments of others. That is not real freedom, and it makes true love impossible, for if we are to love truly and freely, we must be able to give something that is truly our own to another. If our heart does not belong to us, asks Merton, how can we give it to another?

The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.

You're not doing a scientific paper; you're doing a journal, if you will, of one man finding his way through parallel worlds.

The unfortunate, truly exciting thing about your life is that there is no core curriculum. . . . So don't worry about your grade or the results or success. Success is defined in myriad ways, and you will find it, and people will no longer be grading you.

En sista sak bara, vännen, så att jag inte missat någonting... /.../ Du vet väl om att du är homosexuell, eller hur?

Stående i kalsongerna mitt på golvet i sitt gamla pojkrum, med ansiktet svullet av gråt och brist på sömn och med rösten darrande av rädsla och beslutsamhet. "Jag är homosexuell. Så. Nu vet ni.

Vapautta ei saa lainkaan lahjaksi. Vapaus on valloitettava omaksi.

Klockan var tio över tolv, det var ett nytt år, vi hade träffat varandra, vi hade hittat någon som fick oss att känna oss mindre halva, en person som inte var perfekt,men vi ville inte ha perfektion, vi var trötta på perfektion, mitt äktenskap hade varit fem års jakt på det perfekta och inte en enda gång hade jag känt mig lika levande som när jag stod där fuktig på en hemmafest i Bagarmossen.