Quotes About Self

We write to discover what we think.

As it happens, I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language.

It's not you. It's anyone. Sometimes I don't want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

I am what I am. To look for 'reasons' is beside the point.

I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language

My stake is always, of course, in the unmentioned girl in the plaid silk dress. Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point.

the only safe place for me to be, the place where everything would be the same, the place where no one would know about or refer to the events of my recent life; the place where I would still be the person I had been before any of this happened.

Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point.

I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.

I am what I am. To look for «reasons» is beside the point.

What I have made for myself is personal, but is not exactly peace.

Only the very young and the very old may recount their dreams at breakfast, dwell upon self, interrupt with memories of beach picnics and favorite Liberty lawn dresses and the rainbow trout in a creek near Colorado Springs. The rest of us are expected, rightly, to affect absorption in other people's favorite dresses, other people's trout.

people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language.

Trabajo cincuenta horas semanales y reconozco que a veces no tengo tiempo para «ser todo lo que puedo ser»

I have already lost touch with a couple people I used to be.

All I knew then was what I wasn't, and it took me some years to discover what I was.

Se só me faltassem os outros, vá, um homem consola-se mais ou menos das pessoas que perde; mas falto eu mesmo, e esta lacuna é tudo.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror? - That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?

you're not a bad person because you want to be yourself.

The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next.

No matter who you are, there is some part of you that always wishes you were someone else.