Quotes About Self

Più ci cavo io per me, meno ci cavi tu per te

Oh!, é o amor, é o amor que faz o mundo girar! Alguém disse, Alice murmurou, que ele gira quando cada um trata do que é da sua conta.

Pero qué cosas extrañas pasan hoy! Y ayer todo sucedía como es usual. Me pregunto si cambié durante la noche. Déjame pensar, ¿era yo la misma cuando me levanté esta mañana? Creo recordar que me sentía un poco diferente. Pero si no soy la misma, la siguiente pregunta es, ¿quién de todo el mundo soy yo? ¡Ah, ese si que es un gran enigma!

at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

I am real! said Alice, and began to cry.

Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Ich weiß, wer ich war, als ich heute morgen aufstand, aber ich glaube, daß ich mich seitdem mehrfach verwandelt habe.

aber1 bis gestern2 (zurück zu gehen3), wäre ganz unnütz, weil4 ich da jemand Anderes war.

I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

I'm afraid I can't explain myself. Because I am not myself, you see?

Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Me doy buenos consejos a mí misma , pero rara vez los sigo.

No tiene utilidad volver ayer , porque entonces era una persona distinta

Se quien era esta mañana cuando me levanté, pero creo que he debido cambiar varias veces desde entonces

I know who I was when I woke up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

I change the world, the world changes me.

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time.

Why was his grief more powerful than his love? Why couldn't he find it within himself to fight back? Why am I not enough to live for?

my mom's al like sparkle sparkle sparkle and I'm all like sparkle yourself

The hand you hold the longest is your own.

Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That's how they saw her, as a "they" and not a "she.