Quotes About Self-discovery

They can fatten me up. They can give me a full body polish, dress me up, and make me beautiful again. They can design dream weapons that come to life in my hands, but they will never again brainwash me into the necessity of using them. I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself.

At once, it's clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just don't have the arrogance. Apparently, I'm too "vulnerable" for ferocity. I'm not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.

I don't want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Certos passos você tem de dar sozinho.

Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit.

Apprehensively I ruffle the hair by my left ear. No, it wasn't an illusion. I can hear again.

Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

He understands I don't want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

Hi ha excursions que un ha d'emprendre tot sol.

Some walks you have to take alone. The

I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.

When I do, it's almost too mortifying to admit. All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Mientras puedas encontrarte, no te morirás de hambre».

the mirror that reflects my naked fire-mutt body.

it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly — as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me — then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.

I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not.

and I try to return to the deep to make sense of them. But there's no going back. Gradually, I'm forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

I loved the stage not because it provided an escape from myself or my humdrum life but because when the curtain went up I could be whoever I wanted to be, and that was true freedom - to be myself.

Divorce is a snakebite. One´s next thought should not be, Where am I going to find another snake ?

It doesn't matter who you come from. It matters who you become.

But let me ask you this: Where does blame get you? Blame renders you powerless. You must get past blame to become who you are meant to be. And what does shame do to you? Shame only serves to hold you back... It is fine to understand how we got here, but the next breath must contain a resolve to move ahead into a future that looks entirely different, into a destiny that is all yours.

I believe there is something incredibly powerful in the act of saying your name. I might even go as far as to say that it is the symbolic key to unlocking your powerful self. I believe that it is not until you can say your name with pride, incredible pride for who you are and all that your name represents, that you will ever be the powerful woman I want you to be.