Quotes About Self-discovery

May your search through Nature lead you to yourself.

A poet is inmate, and warden, to his own mind.

I was discovering that if you just set people in motion, they'll heal themselves.

It's all about how he saves her — not from the dragon but from herself.

Man makes himself, and he only makes himself completely in proportion as he desacralizes himself and the world. The sacred is the prime obstacle to his freedom. He will become himself only when he is totally demysticized. He will not be truly free until he has killed the last god.

It is in his pleasures that a man really lives, it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

You have the Answer. Just get quiet enough to hear it.

There are plenty of people holding flashlights casting shadows, offering directions. Perhaps it's best if you light your own way.

The treasure of self is buried under the rainbow and yet glows beyond the sun.

We must be our own, before we can be another's.

The road to self-belief is potholed.

What a gloomy thing not to know the address of one's soul!

Knowing who you are is the best defense against who they think you are.

the wisdom of spiritual direction is precisely that we refuse to stand between God and the person who so needs to hear God for himself, for herself.

To a born-again atheist like myself, it is clear that each of us has multiple selves, talents, perceptions. But to the Roman Catholic, unity is all.

you know who you are.

only you know who you are.

only you really know yourself and only you can really make your decisions.

In the end, the secret to learning is so simple: forget about it. Think only about whatever you love. Follow it, do it, dream about it. One day, you will glance up at your collection of Japanese literature, or trip over the solar oven you built, and it will hit you: learning was there all the time, happening by itself.

Did I read because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I started to read?

God, how much easier it would be, I felt, if coming out were something that just happened to me . For queerness to seek me out, and not the other way around. To be a passive observer in my personal journey than to participate in my own life.

Retirou-se. A humilhação atenuou-se pouco a pouco e morreu. Precisava entrar em casa, jantar, dormir. E precisava crescer, ficar tão grande como Fabiano, matar cabras a mão de pilão, trazer uma faca de ponta à cintura. Ia crescer, espichar-se numa cama de varas, fumar cigarros de palha, calçar sapatos de couro cru.

Go deep within yourself and be fearless in search of the treasure you are but have momentarily forgotten.

That was my first real experience at feeling set apart. Not only did I not knock them dead, but rather it was I that died...acutely aware of being mutton dressed up as lamb. I exchanged my white tie and tails for a white waiter's jacket and got back to my proper calling!