Quotes About Self-discovery

This is a story about people who find out who they are. About people who are unraveled and whose cores are revealed to all who count. And those who count are finally revealed to them. Just in time.

Te sam ve?eri nau?ila nešto važno. Ne trebaš baš sve pokušati sprije?iti. Katkad ti treba biti neugodno. Katkad trebaš biti ranjiv pred ljudima. Katkad je to nužno zato sto je tako?er dio puta prema novom dijelu tebe, prema sutrašnjem danu.

I said at the beginning of this story that this was about a person who finds out who they are. About a person who is unravelled and their core is revealed to all that count. And that all that count are revealed to them. You thought I was talking about Lou Suffern, didn't you? Wrong. I was talking about us all.

He's losing himself, he doesn't like what he's becoming. It's not him. Not who he wants to be.

She's had no one to share these thoughts with, no one but herself, and she's driving herself crazy.

This is me, trying to make a choice, to make something for myself in the only way that I know how.

What has she done, what has she done? She's cut herself off from people she truly needs. Yet despite the fear of what she's done, she knows it's the right thing. The atmosphere in the apartment was toxic. She had to get away from them, and wasn't it him who was slowly cutting himself off from her?

There's the person you think you should be and there's the person you really are. I'm not sure who I should be, but I now know who I am. And that, I say, is the perfect place to start again

It was the day I was going to take hold of my life. I would once and for all take back what was rightfully mine: my freedom, my dignity and my pride.

Every small thing grows when you nurture it, Rosie. Love is just the same. But if that is making you miserable then, leave and find something else that brings you happiness you deserve to feel.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are.

Maybe growing up was just about becoming closer to the person you always were.

God, he felt good. It was funny—all of a sudden, he was the guy he usually hated reading about in books. The happiest guy alive.

Life is not a search for experience, but for ourselves. Having discovered our own fundamental level we realize that it conforms to our own destiny and we find peace.

A person must know who he is. A person must understand himself, improve himself, learn his weaknesses in order to overcome them. It is hard for a person to understand his own weaknesses.

An artist has got to get acquainted with himself just as much as he can. It is no easy job, for it is not a present-day habit of humanity.

In other words, there can be no real identity with our heritage until we know what our heritage really is. It is all hidden in our history, but we are ignorant of that history. We have been floating alone, basking blissfully in the sunny heritage of other peoples!

It was in the work that she came closest to finding herself, by which we don't mean gaining "self-knowledge" or understanding one's "true nature" but rather how at some point you can see most plainly that this is what you do, this is how you fit in the wider ecology.

The men I've been with have this idea to make me over. I feel like a rock in some boy's polishing kit. I go in dull, scratched up, and then rumble rumble whirr, I'm supposed to come out precious and sparkling again. Does it work? They seem to think so. How do you feel? I asked. A little smaller. (1998: 148- 149)

Most of us can't accept that the gig is ours, so we lurk around, we tug and scratch at ourselves as if in borrowed skins, and never fully belong to the moments that can steadily add up to nothing a lot quicker than you think.

It turns out that we are one, if not ever how we expected. And it cannot matter that outwardly nothing has changed yet. Maybe we don't even expect it to...We may not soon be heeded, but at least we can feel the long-held rumbles, now open-throated, our lungs warmed and aching with this special use that we know may be poignant only to us. There was so little of this voicing before, and now that there is much more, we see it takes as many forms as there are people, though some don't easily align.

La soledad es mucho más divertida si es opcional.

It had never made any difference to me what people called me, as long as I knew who I was.

The problem with living without the person you can't live without is eventually realizing you can live without them.