Quotes About Self-discovery

You can sit and meditate while your baby cries himself to sleep. Or you can go to him and share his tears, and find your Self.

Each time we press the pen to the paper to create a letter formation, connect letters, or shape a margin, we are declaring, "This is who I am.

I may have implied on several occasions to several different people that I may have been Jesus Christ, but I haven't decided yet what I am or who I am.

There comes a time in life when you know what you like and have to make up your mind to like what you know, or at least have begun to know. In other words, you must determine in what direction your knowledge is leading, thus far.

Iat? de ce, înainte de toate, sunt îndemnat s? cred c? hot?rârea cea mai bun? pe care aÈ™ putea-o lua, ca È™i cea mai înÈ›eleapt?, este aceea de-a pleca È™i de-a r?mâne la distanÈ›a cuvenit?, s? fiu ca È™i cum n-aÈ™ fi.

Enfim, seja como for, eu quero ir adiante a qualquer custo, quero ser eu mesmo.

Pero tengo que atenerme al camino que he elegido. Si no hago nada, si no estudio ni busco, estoy perdido. Y entonces, ¡pobre de mí!

I believe that if we knew everything we should attain some serenity. Now, having as much of that serenity as possible, even when one knows little or nothing for certain, is perhaps a better remedy for all ills than what is sold in the pharmacy. Much of it comes by itself, one grows and develops of one's own accord.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

You fell off the tree of fucked-up-weird and slammed every branch on the way down.

Sairei de mim mesmo em busca de mim mesmo, em busca de minha imagem perdida nos abismos do desespero, minha imagem de cuja face já não me lembro mais…

The False Self constructs all sorts of layers of ego and angst and striving and foolishness, while the True Self, deep at the center of a person, waits for the time when the False Self will die and allow the real life to begin.

Through spontaneity we are re-formed into ourselves.

She smiled and touched the smattering of silver at his temple, a shyness in her, and yet a new self-possession in her as she came to the realization that love turns a girl into a woman, and a man into a boy.

You get older and you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, goling along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again, no wonder I don't recognize my little crayon picture. It appears to be me and it is and it is not.

Never again will I allow myself to be so caught up in the events of my world and my activities that I lose contact with my own heart and mind. All my achievements mean nothing if I lose myself in the process.

I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.

How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

I know that what girls do with their own clitorises in private isn't exactly my business, but this indifference to masturbation does bother me: if they don't touch themselves when they're alone, when do women connect with their own fantasies? How familiar are they with what really turns them on? And if you don't know that about yourself, what exactly do you know? What relationship can you have with yourself if you systematically hand your genitals over to someone else?

are moments, like this, that change everything. What had seemed solid and unchanging crumbles in an instant and nothing will ever grow there again as it had before. She once more closed her mouth, her eyes, her nose, and swore she'd get out, get out without betraying herself, and above all without being cured. She felt, rather than

Plunge into the world, and then, after a time, when you have suffered and enjoyed all that is in it, will renunciation come; then will calmness come.

We see then, in the study of Raja Yoga no faith or belief is necessary. Believe nothing until you find it out for yourself—that is what it teaches us. For, truth requires no prop to make it stand.

No knowledge comes from outside; it is all inside. What we say a man "knows", should, in strict psychological language, be what he "discovers" or "unveils"; what a man "learns" is really what he "discovers", by taking the cover off his own soul, which is a mine of infinite knowledge.