Quotes About Self-discovery

Really?" No one had told me that before. I'd suspected I'd always been a little cynical. "What happened to me?" I pondered. Edna laughed. "Oh, you'll be happy again. You've had a rough couple of years is all. You're just coming into your own. It takes a while. I remember being your age.

When you're feeling your worst, that's when you get to know yourself the best.

He wanted to walk until he recognized himself again.

Dive into newness and discover another you.

Sapped of strength, I discover a self that doesn't rely on strength.

It's amazing what you find out about yourself when you write in the first person about someone very different from you.

He who completes a quest does not merely find something. He becomes something.

It was funny how just when you thought you knew yourself through and through, you stumbled on a new kind of strength, a fresh reserve of power inside you that you never knew you had, and all at once you found yourself burning a little brighter and hotter than you ever had before.

Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what's underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there's just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she'd ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down.

She was a person with her own hopes and feelings and history and nightmares. In her own way she was as lost as he was.

Becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life.

He'd been free his whole life, if only he'd known it.

I killed the Google Alert I used to have on myself two years ago. I don't need any more information about myself. I get more than enough of that just by being me.

Life was good. It was funny how just when you thought you knew yourself through and through, you stumbled on a new kind of strength, a fresh reserve of power inside you that you never knew you had, and all at once you found yourself burning a little brighter and hotter than you ever had before.

He had finished his quest, and it had cost him everything and everyone he'd done it for. The equation balanced perfectly: all canceled out. And without his crown, or his throne, or Fillory, or even his friends, he had no idea who he was. But something had changed inside him too. He didn't understand it yet, but he felt it. Somehow, even though he'd lost everything, he felt more like a king now than he ever did when he was one. Not like a toy king. He felt real.

Remember what a good girl I was? Remember how meek and pleasing I was to everybody? For the first time in my life I could just be.

Life was briskly and efficiently stripping Quentin of his last delusions about himself, one by one, shucking them off in firm hard jerks like wet clothes, leaving him naked and shivering.

There were things he'd been scared to face his whole life, and now that he was looking them in the eye they weren't quite as scary as he first thought.

You don't learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

She was feeling something—a new feeling. Not even a feeling exactly, more like she wasn't feeling a lot of things that she was used to feeling. She wasn't tired, or bored, or frustrated, or wishing she was somewhere else doing something else. All that was cleared away. She still had basically no idea what was going on, but she knew she was free to be herself, right here, right now, in the moment. She couldn't wait to find out what she was going to feel next.

But I realized I had to become something. I had to take what was done to me and use it to make myself into what I wanted to be. And I wanted this. And when I called Her, the goddess came.

The old Quentin might have done it, but he wasn't a creature of fear anymore, jumping at his own shadow. Never knowing who he was or why. When he was younger, it seemed like the only time he wasn't afraid was when he was angry. He had been so full of fear and self-doubt that the only way to feel strong was to attack the world around him.

Remember what a good girl I was? Remember how meek and pleasing I was to everybody? For the first time in my life I could just be. That was always part of the problem, Quentin. I felt like I had to be interested in you all the time. You wanted love so desperately, and I thought it was my job to give it to you. Poor little lost boy! That's not love, that's hell. And I was getting a taste of heaven. I was a blue angel now.

These places are not wilderness; the "unknown" lies inside us.