Quotes About Self-discovery

Na za?etku je hudo, zelo hudo, a s?asoma razumeš, da je usoda zgolj pot, ki jo moraš prehoditi, da bi našel sebe.

In tudi, ko najdeš svoj pogled, moraš budno paziti, kajti škrat je stalno na preži - ne prenese, da si zbežal iz tistega malega sveta, kamor te je hotel zapreti. Vsadi ti prepri?anje, da si nekaj dosegel. Zato si je treba zamašiti ušesa kot Odisej pred sirenami in hoditi naprej.

Odrekla sem se osebnosti, da bi si pridobila zna?aj. Zna?aj se, kot boš sama ugotovila, v življenju mnogo bolj ceni kot osebnost.

Ko se spoprijemaš s težavami, ti najbolj pomagajo prav vsakdanje izkušnje, ki ti kažejo zadeve takšne kot so, ne pa, kakršne bi morale biti po kaj vem ?igavem mnenju. Ko za?neš odmetavati balast in izlo?ati vse, kar ti ne pripada, vse, kar prihaja od zunaj, takrat si že na dobri poti.

And even though he enjoyed being around her, he resisted her, because he was supremely aware that he wasn't the old Robert any longer; he was Bit, a piece of what he'd once been.

Call me Maximilian.' A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said.

During the writing process you're going to discover things about yourself you never knew. For example, if you're writing about something that happened to you, you may re-experience some old feelings and emotions. You may get 'wacky' and irritable and live each day as if you were on an emotional roller coaster. Don't worry. Just keep writing.

Then I remembered something I'd read in a Kurt Vonnegut novel: when you're trying to find the answer to a question, the answer is in the question.

Our first teacher is our own heart-Cheyenne

I'm afraid I'll lose myself in you, Gideon. I'm scared I'll lose the part of me I worked so hard to get back. I'd never let that happen. he promised fiercely. Chapter 8, pg 140

Did we choose love, or did we choose ourselves?

You've changed my life, Eva. And you did the impossible: you transformed me. I like who I am now. I never thought that would happen.

Eva, she said exasperated. You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats! Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in Reflected in You

Me moriría si perdía a Gideon, pero me moriría de todos modos si me perdía a mí misma.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Yet I am not a cretin: lame, blind, and stupid.

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

What do you have in mind after you graduate? What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had these plans on the tip of my tongue. I don't really know, I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

God, who am I?

God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.