Quotes About Self-discovery

You cannot learn about yourself by studying what is expected of you by others — but only by asking yourself what you expect of yourself, and discovering for yourself in what direction your abilities lie. End

and I hope to show you how to ask the proper questions; for in the questions you will find the answers, and in the answers you shall be yourselves; and knowing yourselves fulfill your purpose and expand the limitations of your own consciousness until you can search out the past and the present and see yourselves as you are, and know that you are more than you think you are, and fulfill those abilities which you have partially developed in past lives.

I live in the desert of the heart. I can't love the whole damned world.

When your parents don't like you, then you are free.

Ahora que casi no recuerdo su rostro, ni cómo era su cama, estoy segura de que en realidad no lo quería a él, lo que yo quería era ser él

All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific.

All my life I've wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific.

And at twelve, heading for adulthood, a child fears that the way she is at that moment is all she's ever going to be.

We write not just to show off, not just to tell, or only to have written. We write to know ourselves.

Ranger removed my goggles Would you like to come home with me? I stepped away from him. Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men. Ranger smiled. Forever? Until I figure some things out. And if you don't figure them out? If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me. Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.

Ranger removed my goggles. "Would you like to come home with me?" I stepped away from him. "Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men." Ranger smiled. "Forever?" "Until I figure some things out." "And if you don't figure them out?" "If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me." "Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.

Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put some spring into a woman's step.

Being alone is different from being lonely, you know.

What choice do I have but to be myself? Everyone else was already taken.

If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked...

without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.

A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They're all parts of yourself.

If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But I couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.

I would rather live out on the desert alone, like an old prospector. All I needed was a small water source. What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

I'd seen a couple of Claire's movies now. She was transparent, heartbreaking. I would be afraid to be so vulnerable. I'd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.

I'd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.