Before you find your soul mate, you must first discover your soul.
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Quotes tagged ‘Finding Yourself’
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
He was terribly aware of the forces that brought people together and split them apart, and he wondered what his daughter was doing, far across the city; if she was still telling the story of a girl caught between the tidal pull of the moon and of the world. Or if she had already moved on.
Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.
While falling in love is fun, it’s not everything, and it’s not the antidote to an unfulfilled life.
Nothing makes a lost person feel more alone than telling them there’s no need to be found.
Don’t look to other people for validation. Your birth was your validation.
The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.
What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.
I flipped through my identities like a card catalog, selecting the one that fit that day, that hour, that minute. I learned how to disappear.
Ruin your fucking self before they do.
I am above and beyond the limits of your vocabulary, the shortness of your sight.
We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us…
You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
You don’t need to change yourself. Ever. You need to come home to yourself. And that changes everything.
She tried to find the place in her heart where her life was anchored, but she couldn’t, so she closed her eyes and pressed the palms of her hands against the earth, making sure it was there.
I wish I could say I was the kind of child who watched the moon from her window, would turn toward it and wonder. I never wondered.
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.
And I feel my body fully, vessel of desire, my stomach a pond of want and warmth, utterly human, divine and awake. And I can hear each bird's separate song, the chirt and scree, the sip, sip, sip, the dwindle and uplift yearning, the soup's on, soup's on, let up, let it go of each individual voice,…
The minute you learn to love yourself, you would not want to be anybody else.