Quotes About Self-discovery

ACCEPT ABOUT OURSELVES.

dislike in ourselves.

there comes a point where a person's psycho-social history is of little or no consequence.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself. If you're lucky it's your soulmate… and the transformation reminds you once again that you are absolutely, positively with the right person: because what they say doesn't touch you because of who they are to you, but because of the content of their message.

When we say I won't take this anymore, that's when we know who we are and what we'll tolerate. Until we're tested, we don't know those things. That's when we wake up. That's when we know who we are. That's when people will show up and take your side. When you decide what it is you stand for, when standing is the hardest.

If it matters too much, it can grind you down until you're nothing. I've been nothing. I can't be nothing ever again." "Who

You were never what he wanted you to be. And more than even I hoped. In weak moments, I might credit the lieutenant for some of that.

Deprived of human intercourse, I inevitably overvalue the imagination and expect it to make the mundane glow with an aura of self-transcendence.

No papers, no money; no family, no friends, no sense of who you are. The obscurest of the obscure, so obscure as to be a prodigy.

Alle äußeren Feinde und Widerstände ermangelnd, eingesperrt in unterdrückende Enge und Ordnung, hat der Mensch schließlich keine andere Wahl, als sich selbst zu einem Abenteuer zu machen.

Freud's warning that what I omit without thinking (i.e. without conscious thought) may be the key to the deepest truth about me?

La gente que duda de sí misma no tiene alma. Yo estoy haciendo lo que puedo para fabricarme un alma, aunque sea al final de la vida.

Sabes qué haré, Simón? Justo antes de morir, voy a escribir todo lo que pasó en mi vida en un papel y después lo voy a plegar muy chiquito y apretarlo en el puño. Entonces, cuando me despierte en la nueva vida podré leer el papel y saber quién soy.

Significa que está madurando? ¿En eso se resume madurar: superar los anhelos, la pasión, todas las intensidades del alma?

Dejarme ir a mí misma, dejarte ir a ti, dejar ir a una casa todavía llena de recuerdos: es duro, pero voy aprendiendo

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere.

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere. Una

Follow your own nature.

back, I would still be here. Love is a miracle, not a salvation. No one would save me, that I had to seek for myself. But I would find it. I had finally turned to face the hunters with their guns.

No, you've got it all wrong, John. Reading his emotions, she shook her head. You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right buddy: Our future has come

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want. Apart from Blay, that was.

Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot. Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that good or bad? Oh...good. I didn't mean--- So tell me how you've been. Are you mated to some nice female your parents set you up with? Blay's laugh was sharp and hard. God, no. There's no one for me.