Quotes About Self-discovery

Instead of obtaining myself by fleeing, I find myself forsaken, alone, tossed into a dimensionless cubicle, where light and shadow are quiet ghosts. In my interior I find the silence I seek. But in it I become so lost from any memory of a human being and of myself that I make this impression into the certainty of physical solitude. If I were to scream - already without lucidity I imagine - my voice would receive the same, indifferent echo of the walls of the earth

Only once did she ask a tragic question: who am I? It frightened her so much that she completely stopped thinking.

Nothing that I am not can interest me, it is impossible to be anything more than what you are.

Desculpai-me mas vou continuar a falar de mim que sou meu desconhecido, e ao escrever me surpreendo um pouco pois descobri que tenho um destino. Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

Though I sometimes scream: I no longer want to be I! but I stick to myself and inextricably there forms a tessitura of life.

Vejo que tentei dar a Maca uma situação minha: eu preciso de algumas horas de solidão por dia senão "me muero".) Quanto a mim, só sou verdadeiro quando estou sozinho.

Ouve, por eu ter mergulhado no abismo é que estou começando a amar o abismo de que sou feita.

Forgive me but I'm going to keep talking about me who am unknown to myself, and as I write I'm a bit surprised because I discover I have a destiny. Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Há um livro em cada um de nós", dizem. E talvez daí eu tenha querido expulsar de mim um livro que eu escreveria se para isso talento eu tivesse, e mais a perseverança.

One thing I do know: love, however violent, is pure. And that is how I have come to discover that I am not pure.

I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you through and through, by means of an incantation that comes from me to you. To stretch out savagely while an inflexible geometry vibrates behind everything.

I shall never be able to understand it, but there must be someone who can. And I shall have to create that someone who can inside myself.

And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. "That" had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I'd be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I'd be a blank mirror.

Nací dura, heroica, solitaria y de pie. Y he encontrado mi contrapunto en el paisaje sin elementos pintorescos y sin belleza. La fealdad es mi estandarte de guerra. Yo amo lo feo con un amor de igual a igual. Y desafío a la muerte. Yo, yo soy mi propia muerte.

Until now finding myself was already having an idea of a person and fitting myself into it: I'd incarnate myself into this organized person and didn't even feel the great effort of construction that is living.

Um domingo de tarde sozinha em casa dobrei-me em dois para a frente - como em dores de parto - e vi que a menina em mim estava morrendo. Nunca esquecerei esse domingo. Para cicatrizar levou dias. E eis-me aqui. Dura, silenciosa e heróica. Sem menina dentro de mim.

The only destiny with which we are born is the destiny of ritual. I have been calling "mask" a lie, and it isn't: it is the essential mask of solemnity. We would have to put on ritual masks to love each other. Beetles are born with the mask with which they will fulfill themselves. Through original sin we have lost our mask.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Fui al encuentro de mí. Tranquila. alegre, plenitud sin fulminación. Simplemente yo soy yo. Y tú eres tú. Es vasto, va a durar.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» «I'm alive. but I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.»

Ah, hand holding mine, if I hadn't needed so much of myself to shape my life, I would already have had life!

Sav?s nesuvokiantis individas geriau save realizuoja. Tiesa ar melas?

And it's inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.