Quotes About Self-discovery

The heaviness leaves, and if I'm patient enough it can be replaced by something I need, somthing that would fill instead of drown and let me breathe instead of bleed.

I've got to figure out before I die whether I want to be happy or I want to be right.

The Socratic teacher turns his students away from himself and back onto themselves; he hides in paradoxes, makes himself inaccessible. The intimate relationship between student and teacher here is not one of submission, but of a contest for truth.

We must all continuously recapture ourselves from indecision.

DON'T BE AFRAID TO move around and try different things, no matter how old you are. The most important thing you want to find out is who you are and what capabilities you have.

The parts of life that hurt and make us sick and tired, those are the places to start digging. Dig also in those places where you've been taken to the limit as well as those that lie motionless and at a standstill. The land of the soul is an open field for digging, and any sign of disturbing activity or suspicious inactivity is a big clue about where to start.

Finding your best self and being that person is the end result of getting some insight. To be or not to be is always the question. If you don't find your best self, others will find many accommodating selves for you, often yielding sad, sometimes disastrous consequences.

Listen and hear how you really see your Self and life around you. Inasmuch as you are continually gathering information on what makes you tick and constantly discovering what you feel when you listen, your self-talk is one of your best guides for becoming better acquainted with you.

Delilah Darling. I'm twenty-nine years old, I'm single, and well…I'm

Sometimes I think we would lose ourselves altogether if it were not for our stubborn, irrepressible symptoms, calling us, requiring us, to recollect ourselves, to reorient ourselves to life.

And keep in mind that the you that makes life worthy of living today won't be the same you that makes life worth living this time next year. Identities aren't meant to be permanent. They're like cars: they take us from one place to another. We work, travel, and seek adventure in them until they break down beyond repair. At that point, living well means finding a new model that better suits us for a new moment.

No matter how your world falls apart-and honey, that's what happens: we all build ourselves a world, and then it falls apart-but no matter how that happens, you still have the kind heart you've had since you were a child, and that's all that really counts.

Mandy's friends gathered around her as she told the story-the true and somewhat heartbreaking story of her first time. It hadn't been perfect, but she now knew that imperfection was okay-part of life, even. And for the first time in her life, Mandy Walters was realizing that she could live with imperfection.

My advice? Just be yourself. I'm sure you'll be fine." Megan managed to smile and Regina slammed the car door. Be myself. Yeah. Right. Because that's gotten me so far in the past.

I must work on my mind. For now I realise: Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

I had friends but I was spending a great deal of my time alone and for me that was vital because there's an awful lot you learn about yourself when you're alone.

You You are a person of unknown reasons, Reacting with movements and noises. You may be bold, wear glasses, or have freckles, Yet inside you there may be great feelings Of beauty and love, fighting to appear On the pimpled surface. It reaches out - "I love you." A laugh, a jeer. The feelings are trapped and you, You - disappear.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

Ava's father believed that myths and fairy tales - like dreams - opened a window into the unconscious. by listening to the language of dreams and old tales, he said, all humans could learn to understand themselves and the world, better.

I felt myself to be as big as the night, free, a thing with no boundaries. The sky was infinite, the stars blazed like the exhilaration that filled me, their shifting pulses and shimmer a promise of time, space, eternity, all the things a woman never had. I was at last free to find my own size, and I was gigantic.

That was a place a person had to travel through alone. I met there a cold indifferent truth: that every person -- even a loved person, and I was not loved -- was alone. On the whole globe, there was no one but myself, and I was shaken and torn down to the merest speck of being.

Better to live your life open rather than exist on borrowed time, waiting for the great unmasking.

It's easy to look back and think how we could make only the good things happen to us,' counseled Catherine, still swishing her mop to and fro, spreading dirty water instead of soaking it up. 'But that's not how we become ourselves. You are mad who you are by the bad stuff, the little things, as much as the great triumphs and big decisions.