Quotes About Self-discovery

Unless I am both capable of and willing to reopen the wound every time I write a song, if I choose to not look inside myself to write music, I'm really not worth being called an artist at all.

Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.

He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back. But even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

It was no small thing to shed a lifetime of nonbeing and suddenly be seen .

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

maybe she was losing her mind. or maybe… maybe she was finding it.

She hadn't known she was crushed until she wasn't, and she didn't know she was fragmented until she became whole

No le perteneces. Tampoco me perteneces a mi. Tú eres tu propio sueño.

No eres mi tipo. —Bueno, tú no eres el tipo de nadie —respondió Hazael—. No, espera. Lo retiro. Mi espada dice que le gustaría conocerte mejor.

She experienced a queer collision of reactions these days. Karou's were foremost, and the most immediate, but Madrigal's were hers, too: her two selves, coming together with a strange kind of vibration. It's wasn't disharmony, exactly.

So I ask you again, Lazlo Strange… who are you?

Det var genom teckningen hon bearbetade saker. När de väl fästs på papper var de hennes och då kunde hon bestämma vilken makt de hade över henne (s. 109).

In one vital way, though, she was different. She would never again allow weakness or softness, fear or ineptitude to hold her frozen. She hadn't known yet what she was capable of.

May she be her best possible self," because it seemed, in that moment, to be the truest of all wishes—not a betrayal of self that came from coveting others, but a deepening of self. A ripening. When

She looked like a girl who had made her choice. Had she? Everyone thought she had, which almost felt like the same thing. But it wasn't too late.

Still, feeling deeply that his filth was as unforgivable imposition, he'd chosen to bathe first, and thus had he discovered, at the age of twenty, the incomparable pleasure of submergence in hot water. Who knew?

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing on the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now ,almost 18 years in, has someone thought to flip the switch and reveal that I am not a tower at all. I am a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent. I never knew I could admit heat and light.

The game is pretending. It's going through the motions of life. But it's not living. The game is for people who want rules because they're afraid to believe anything everyone else doesn't already believe. They're all scared to leave the street where they live and do something with their lives. the game is for people who want to be told what to do. Okay. Good for them, if that's what they want.

How can you make your life meaningful when you know you are unhappy?

Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.

Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don't have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in -- then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.

What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.

The best thing about being an artist, instead of a madman or someone who writes letters to the editor, is that you get to engage in satisfying work. Even if you never publish a word, you have something important to pour yourself into.