Quotes About Self-discovery

If it slices through walls and pulls stuff out of me, stuff that hurts, why am I sitting here listening to it? Why didn't I walk the other way?" "Because it's better to feel it." "Not if it hurts." "Especially if it hurts. Remember, it was in there to begin with. And as an old friend of mine used to say, better out than in.

If there's some hidden part of me that thinks like that, I'd rather not go searching for it.

it's a weird feeling to get well when you never even knew you'd been sick. I thought it was just normal, how I felt. And then it got better, and I thought, Damn.

I almost said I was never mad, I just sort of didn't care. But I didn't say it, because I started to know that it probably wasn't true. I was probably plenty mad without really knowing. And I probably did care. It takes me a long time, sometimes, to figure out how something is supposed to feel.

If there's some hidden part of me that thinks like that, I'd rather not go searching for it." - Nathan

The one where you appeal to someone's ego. I don't care about that stuff anymore. Whether I'm looked upon as wise or not. I don't need to be right at this point in my life. I don't care what other people choose to do. I just know what I want to do now.

I got that when a person is rude and abusive to me, it's not about me at all. They can say something terrible to me or about me, but they're revealing themselves, not me. It has nothing to do with me. They're just showing me the landscape on the inside of themselves as they project it out onto somebody else.

While I was in bed, I thought about journals. I'd never kept one. I'd never given them much thought. Was there a comfort in them? There must be, or people wouldn't bother with them. Still, I wasn't sure I could imagine where such comfort would be hiding.

I am the way I am. We all are the way we are and I'm not sure any of us really knows why.

I made him my whole world. And so my world was always too small. Then when he died, I didn't know what my world was anymore. I wasn't even sure I had one.

I wanted to find my voice, so I sat in silence. I wanted joy, so I cried my heart open. I wanted wisdom, so I capered in bodacious foolishness. I wanted freedom, so I felt my bonds.

If we truly are created in God's image, we must know God in order to fully know ourselves and who we can be. God has equipped human beings to begin that quest very early,

From that day forward she never used my name. Eventually I forgot it. Mrs. H called me something new. She named me cruel and smirking, she named me not for beauty or for cleverness or for sweetness. She named me a thing I could aspire to but never become, the one thing I was not and could never be: Snow White.

Even if you've taken off every stitch of clothing, you still have your secrets, your history, your true name. It's hard to be really naked. You have to work hard at it. Just getting into a bath isn't being naked, not really. It's just showing skin.

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I'm a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny that I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand. I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be .

The whole point of growing up is to get big enough to hold the world you want inside you. But it takes a long time, and you really must eat your vegetables, and most often you have to make the world you want out of yourself.

She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.

Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they're children, the face they own when they're grown, and the face they've earned when they're old. But when you live as long as I have, you get many more. I look nothing like I did when I was a wee thing of thirteen. You get the face you build your whole life, with work and loving and grieving and laughing and frowning.

Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

The best way to be the kind of girl you want to be is to do what that girl would do.

Once more September marveled that even the Dodo knew what she wanted to be when she was grown. She simply could not think what she herself might do. September expected that destinies, which is how she thought of professions, simply landed upon one like a crown, and ever after no one questioned or fretted over it, being sure of one's own use in the world. It was only that somehow her crown had not yet appeared. She did hope it would hurry up.

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand. I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be.

You're grown--crooked and backbent, but grown--and it's time to stop hanging your heart on your mother.