Quotes About Self-discovery

Dhoondta phirta hoon main, ai Iqbal, apney aap ko aap hee goya musaafir, aap hee manzil hoon main. (O Iqbal, I go about everywhere looking for myself As if I was the wayfarer as well as the destination.)

She was re-creating herself, shedding one skin for another.

I feel strangely free at such times. To behave properly is to be always courteous, always clever, and subtle and elegant. But now, when I am so alone, I do not have to be any of these things. For this moment, I am wholly myself, unshaped by the needs of others, by their dreams or expectations or sensibilities. But I am also lonely. With no one to shape me, who stands here, watching the moon, or the stars, or the clouds?

This is the gift of humanity: that it is claimed by the self. None of us...are human unless and until we claim it for ourselves. But nothing can stop that claiming - not the eight million gods nor the spirits nor ghosts. Nothing but ourselves, anyway. And our lives become the poems we were born to tell.

Forget wondering, Am I good enough? Can I do this? The only thing you really need to ask yourself is: Is writing my genius? If it is, then apprentice yourself.

How pure your longing to be anything other than yourself.

so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.

Today, when I think back on the early days and months of Thurston's and my relationship, I wonder whether you can truly love, or be loved back, by someone who hides who they are.

That stage in life when older people assume that just because you've graduated college you know who you are, or what you're doing, and in fact most people don't.

My identity was straightforward: I had made art since I was five years old, and aside from dance, art was the only thing that interested me. If that didn't fit into the conventions of the day, who cared?

SOMETIMES I THINK we know on some level the person we're going to be in our life, that if we pay attention, we can piece out that information.

We spend so much time ruminating on how others disappoint us that we devote very little to the times they grant us their unique generosity and strength. But the really delightful thing about other people surprising you is that it makes you believe you just might be capable off surprising yourself.

made it far less painful to look at my wounds and illusions.

This state usually cannot last and I believe the reason is that it actually stops our genuine growth. The underlying purpose of your spiritual path is that you discover who you really are, you discover your real self.

We have to engage in a quest to discover what the self is; we have to walk the road of self-discovery. I believe that road must be a spiritual road.

I've looked at you, the person that you are. The kind of person I want to be. You've been my guiding light back to myself, Willow. Hell, probably finding myself for the first time. My lighthouse, a light in the dark.

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was known by my actions and words, that my internal universe was unavailable for inspection by others. They didn't know. They didn't know, because I never told them.

Are you living the life God has designed for you, or are you living someone else's?

There are so many times when many of us have found ourselves living a tremendous lie when we could be living a tremendous life.

could read and I could sing. I had walked to church even though it was a long way. I needed to remember that. I tried to force myself to feel happy, but underneath the happiness I felt prickly, like my skin was stretched too tight all over. I might not be a cripple, but I didn't know who I was.

Just who am I?" the rough baritone asked in the infuriatingly amused tone one might use with a temperamental child. You're a monster, she wanted to say. A giant—huge and thickly muscled and terrifying. But she flung back her answer like her papa's own daughter. "You're the rebel bastard Glen Lyon.

Escape the safety of the small by taking the risks to become part of something bigger. Your true self demands it. Listen for the timer on the oven to sound—that's when the memory curtain parts, flashing moments that really mattered.

How could you bear to refuse it?" Seven felt warm tears rising to her eyes, and slowly she reached out for Riley's hands. Her eyes were glistening, as well, as she accepted Seven's hand. "My individuality had become more important to me than the perfection the Caeliar were offering," Seven replied.

You can not fix everything. You can not fix most of what's wrong. But you can try. And it is in trying that you learn who you are.