Quotes About Self-discovery

It's so hard for every young person, trying to figure out the adult you want to be.

I could go off into the wilderness and write fantasy novels for the rest of my life and probably be happy; but I always want to challenge myself.

I've always said I don't want to have kids. I don't want a kid at all, but I do like reverse-engineering myself; managing and parenting myself.

It is possible to contact higher beings who are not in the body. But the being you really want to contact is you.

If you're a person who just wants to be in the world and doesn't want any knowledge, then I don't know what you are doing with this tape. Turn it off immediately.

I have learned to walk: ever since, I let myself run. I have learned to fly: ever since, I do not want to be pushed before moving along.

Isolation hones the inner voice, the unspoken dialogue between the selves – and surely there are many selves within each of us. Some uglier than others.' There

Leave me this freedom … to do something. To do a thing … a thing that does not destroy, but creates. Please, can I not be more than I am? Please. Do not find me.

Ciekawo?? jest moim najwi?kszym przekle?stwem, ale ?wiadomo?? posiadania wady jeszcze jej nie usuwa.

What gesture will you make, to announce to all the true colour of your soul? How long will we all wait for you to find your courage?

The more nearly a man knows himself for what he is, the nearer he approaches wisdom. The more his imagination about himself diverges from what he actually is, the madder he becomes. –Rodney Collin

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

Do you know how to turn someone into a monster?" "I'm not sure. No." "Let him be himself without restraint.

We're desperate to be truly known by others; yet we go to incredible lengths to hide who we really are. We say we want truth, then rationalize it away when it gets too personal.

When free from the confines of our normal identity, we are able to look at life, and the often repetitive stories we tell about it, with fresh eyes. Come Monday morning, we may still clamber back into the monkey suits of our everyday roles—parent, spouse, employee, boss, neighbor—but, by then, we know they're just costumes with zippers.

Our job in this life is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it.

We fear discovering that we are more than we think we are. More than our parents/children/teachers think we are. We fear that we actually possess the talent that our still, small voice tells us. That we actually have the guts, the perseverance, the capacity. We fear that we truly can steer our ship, plant our flag, reach our Promised Land. We fear this because, if it's true, then we become estranged from all we know. We pass through a membrane. We become monsters and monstrous.

We carry our own wilderness with us.

I'm sorry you don't like coming back here," her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they'd had. How could Emily explain: it wasn't her mother or Kersey she'd disowned, but her earlier self, that strange, ungrateful girl who strove to be first at everything and threw tantrums when she failed.

Only he who is not at home in the land of little dogs will be left to become a big dog. And the only advantage of being a big dog in a world of little dogs is that you are no longer afraid to die. But a big dog - least of all a big dog - cannot escape the shame of living either. This is why I'm doing what I'm doing.

I come from a family of losers, and I've rejected my family as something I don't want to be like.

Perhaps what he'd been seeking was simply his own self, and he'd been guilty of imposing omens on words and places.

There is something out there for me, he thought, and then he chided himself for the melodrama of the idea. There is something out there for everyone, everywhere, if they have the courage to look. He knew he was no different from anyone else. Perhaps he had simply become the victim of calenture, and had not realised it. He did not feel fevered and yet his compulsion was undeniably mazy.

Part of Owen lives inside him, because he had stolen it. Only by giving it back could Owen be restored, but Shem was physically incapable of achieving that at present. He had forgotten how to give.