Quotes About Self-discovery

I've really been working on the emotional and internal issues that made me eat in the first place. It's been a real journey.

Amidst all the internal and external babble we experience daily, it's hard to find one's foundation.

Sometimes good comes through adversity. I would not be who I am today had it not been for the internment, and I like who I am.

Each step of the way I'm learning. When I leave an interview, I learn whether I feel, 'Oh, that was nice,' or that made me feel like a little piece of me was taken. It's a line that is always on the edge of being crossed, and once you cross it, what's next?

There is no precedent for women getting their own "everything" and learning that it's not the answer.

There's no precedent for women getting their own "everything" and learning that it's not the answer.

By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd grown up.

Two days before she went to New York, Jacaranda stopped drinking.

The act of waitressing is a solace, it's got everything you could ask for - confusion, panic, humility, and food.

If you are trying to please, how do you take responsibility for your own needs? How do you even know what your own needs are? What do you have to cut off in yourself in order to please others? I think the act of pleasing makes everything murky. We lose track of ourselves. We stop uttering declaratory sentences. We stop directing our lives. We wait to be rescued. We forget what we know. We make everything okay rather than real.

Vagina Warriors are done being victims. They know no one is coming to rescue them. They would not want to be rescued. They have experienced their rage, depression, desire for revenge, and they have transformed them through grieving and service. They have confronted the depth of their darkness. They live in their bodies. They are community makers. They bring everyone in. They have a keen ability to live with ambiguity. They can hold two opposite thoughts at the same time.

If your vagina could talk, what would it say, in two words?

People ask me all the time how I survived. It wasn't that I was smarter or even stronger than anyone else. I didn't even know what I was doing. It was just that something inside me couldn't go along.

She told me my clitoris is not something I could lose. It was me, the essence of me. It was both the doorbell to my house and the house itself. I didn't have to find it. I had to be it. Be it. Be my clitoris. Be my clitoris.

Wouldn't it be incredible if everyone could find the joy that comes with committing to our own goodness? Perhaps we would stop dividing ourselves into malignancies of various forms." SCAN

It seems to me that an often quiet, but often palpable presiding image here... is the interpretive absorption of the child or adolescent whose sense of personal queerness may or may not (yet?) have resolved... Such a child - if she reads at all - is reading for important news about herself, without knowing what form that news will take; with only the patchiest familiarity with its codes; without, even, more than hungrily hypothesizing to what questions this news may proffer an answer.

The perpetual pursuit of food plans and trying to change your body size rob you of truly getting to know yourself and your emotions. Dieting can serve as a coping mechanism, as can over-exercising—which ultimately disconnects you from your feelings.

The individual is reminded that in him, no less than in the Archetypal Universe, real life must be born if real life is to be lived.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

To "know thyself" has been a pivotal part of most spiritual traditions; here we will be considering it in depth in order to free ourselves from the self-centered drama of "me.

You are a fool to read classics because you are told to and not because you like them.

In the end, the satisfaction which all of us seek, it seems, can come only from our discovering that we really have molded our life into whatever we want it to be.

I've known a lot of alleged failures in my time and many of them, in losing what the world has always considered success, have achieved in facing up to failure, more than they ever achieved when they were considered successful.

The pursuit of normality is the ultimate sacrifice of potential.