Quotes About Self-discovery

every woman needs to stop sometimes at the great railway station of life—on the evening of her big birthday, or the end of a big love affair, or even an ordinary afternoon—and take stock of where she is, how she got there, where she's going, and why. That's what you're doing right this very minute. You've already started. And you're already there.

My self-imposed solitude, at first a punishment I inflicted upon myself, became a kind of solace. I was apart from the city, my only reality the thoughts inside myself. Slowly, without the distractions of other companions and the need to mold and modify my ideas in their company, I came to know my own mind and the kind of purpose I might find in my work.

Mi smo kao orah.Moramo biti slomljeni da bi nas upoznali.

I don't see any reason why I should look for someone who never took the trouble to love me.

Be honest with yourself. The world is not honest with you. When you are honest with yourself you find the road to inner peace

If one busies himself with an outer display of scriptural wealth, what time is left for silent inward diving after the priceless pearls?" Sri

But what original commentary can you supply, from the uniqueness of your particular life? What holy text have you absorbed and made your own? In what ways have these timeless truths renovated your nature? Are you content to be a hollow victrola, mechanically repeating the words of other men?

What one does not trouble to find within will not be discovered by transporting the body hither and yon.

The Himalayas in India and Tibet have no monopoly on saints. What one does not trouble to find within will not be discovered by transporting the body hither and yon. As soon as the devotee is willing to go even to the ends of the earth for spiritual enlightenment, his guru appears nearby.

From your balanced life, they will understand that liberation is dependent on inner, rather than outer, renunciations.' "How

I used to act dumb. It was an act. I am 26 years old, and that act is no longer cute. It is not who I am, nor do I want to be that person for the young girls who looked up to me. I know now that I can make a difference, that I have the power to do that. I have been thinking that I want to do different things when I am out of here. I have become much more spiritual. God has given me this new chance.

Don't waste energy living a life someone else designed for you. Life is one per customer. Let them do theirs. You do yours.

Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.

Before you tell your life what you intend to do with it, listen for what it intends to do with you. Before you tell your life what truths and values you have decided to live up to, let your life tell you what truths you embody, what values you represent.

The soul is like a wild animal—tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient and yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal, the last thing we should do is to go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to come out. But if we are willing to walk quietly into the woods and sit silently for an hour or two at the base of a tree, the creature we are waiting for may well emerge, and out of the corner of an eye we will catch a glimpse of the precious wildness we seek.

The winters will drive you crazy until you learn to get out into them.

It all makes more sense when I'm out here alone, he smiled. I can talk myself into anything.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

Conroy writes that, while part of him was following the basketball game from the bench, the other part, an embassy of a completely sovereign nation, would fling its doors open to the most authentic part of me.

I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.

realized his wounds had enhanced his manhood and his own sense of himself.

He went into a dark tower of truth for you. Do you have the courage to give him your own name?

He finally took his harp out of the cobwebs, walked out the door, and admitted who he was: the Unforgiven.

To be alone is to be free