Quotes About Self-discovery

I kept my arms around Joi and my face buried deep in her hair while I waited for Peter Pan to slip through the window. I thought I needed him to tell me what I should do. But he never showed up. He left me alone with a girl who smelled of jasmine and cocoa butter. And before I fell asleep, I finally realized that was more than enough.

Her good, solid, middle-class mother had tried so hard to iron out her rough edges—and blamed herself when she realized she hadn't succeeded. Those rough edges had rubbed quite a few people the wrong way. Somehow Jo had always sensed those weren't the kind of people she wanted around her. And as she grew older, she saw that those who wanted girls to be docile and disciplined were often the same people who took advantage of them.

For the first time in my life, I was alone. And for the first time in my life, I knew what the hell I was doing.

When guilty shame wears a mask of curiosity, men are turned inside out, becoming strangers to themselves.

Listen, everyone, you all have your own circumstances. Some of you come from rich families,and some poor. But your value isn't determined by such things--by things beyond your control. Each one of you must discover your own worth through your own efforts. So... don't make the mistake of thinking you alone are special.

You all have your own distinct personal backgrounds. Of course some of you come from rich families, some from poor families. But circumstances beyond your control like that shouldn't determine who you are. You must all realize what you're worth on your own.

Not going back is fine. Not going back but occasionally visiting might be best. Not going back but remembering so you don't see the same view twice. Not going back so you can turn a new page, write a new chapter, develop an entire new list. Not going back so you can stretch and grow and see yourself in a light that you never knew existed. Not going back so that you can fly. Fly.

And it is in the whole educational system, that we must educate people to become capable and to take their place in society. That has value, obviously. But it's not quite the same thing as to educate people to relate, to listen, to help people to become themselves.

Sometimes it takes a few years before you understand what you're worth. And who's worth your time.

Adam loves me. I know he loves me. To think I thought it was a tree. A knothole. Some kind of hole, yes, but really, I am such an idiot. Almost forty, and pathetically naive.

I loved my family. But as I got older, I felt myself . . . disappearing. The good child, the easy teenager, the strong student. My siblings outgrew their need for a sitter/shepherd.

It's hard to know who you are when you've been assigned a role so young. If your identity comes from what you do for other people, who are you when you're alone?

Every day I wake up is a day I've fought for. Every mistake, every laugh, every tear, and every sunrise; I've earned through the years of abuse and pain. I carry those memories with me as a reminder of who I am and what's truly worth fighting for. And if you aren't able to see that, I'm afraid your soul searching talents are highly suspect.

When your essence is that powerful, you have to learn how to harness your abilities and control them." "My essence?" Wasn't that a brand of shampoo? Day, Kristen (2014-09-22). Forsaken (Book #1) (Daughters of the Sea) (p. 95). Kristen Day Books. Kindle Edition.

You're as cold as ice, Dotty. You'll end up alone if you can't thaw.

I'm asked all the time in interviews about who I am, and I know a few people my age who have a strong sense of self, but I couldn't say I know myself and sum it up and give it to you in a little package. I don't know myself at all yet.

Embrace your sweat. It is your essence and your emancipation.

As I get older I see that running has changed for me. What used to be about burning calories is now more about burning up what is false. Lies I used to tell myself about who I was and what I could do, friendships that cannot withstand hills or miles, the approval I no longer need to seek, and solidarity that cannot bear silence. I run to burn up what I don't need and ignite what I do.

I'm glad to be here right now, poking at my threshold. I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don't want to shrink back just because something isn't easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can't and I can. Maybe that spot is called I will.

Everything with me is a test on some level, which is the most likely reason I'm still single. I'm like an eternal four-year-old, always trying to figure out what makes people tick and asking "Why?" instead of just letting them be.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

In the silence, Leni wondered if one person could ever really save another, or if it was the kind of thing you had to do for yourself.