Quotes About Self

Tutti i fenomeni o sono illusori o la ragione di essi ci sfugge, inesplicabile. Manca affatto alla nostra conoscenza del mondo e di noi stessi quel valore obiettivo che comunemente presumiamo di attribuirle. È una costruzione illusoria continua.

A character, sir, may always ask a man who he is. Because a character has really a life of his own, marked with his special characteristics; for which reason he is always somebody. But a man—I'm not speaking of you now—may very well be 'nobody'.

and here, in this if I always lose myself.

ieri, pare che faceste all'altalena, e su, e giù, e io nel mezzo ad aggiustarmi e ad aggiustarvi a punto. Ah! avete creduto di giocarvi me, la mia vita? Avete fallito il colpo, cari miei! Io ho giocato voi.

Io, insomma, dovevo vivere, vivere, vivere.

when you are in front of a mirror, the moment you look at yourself again, you are no longer alive.

Why must I, this being, be like this? In life, I had formed for myself no image of myself. Why, then, must I see myself in that body there, why must I see in it an inevitable image of myself?

A character, sir, may always ask a man who he is. Because a character has really a life of his own, marked with his special characteristics; for which reason he is always somebody. But a man—I'm not speaking of you now—may very well be nobody.

Io non l'ho più questo bisogno, perché muoio ogni attimo, io, e rinasco nuovo e senza ricordi: vivo e intero, non più in me, ma in ogni cosa fuori

So you think, do you, it is only houses that are built? I am continually building myself and building you, and you are doing the same, inversely.

Ma perché si dev'essere così? Mascherati! Mascherati! Mascherati! Me lo dica lei! Perché, appena insieme, l'uno di fronte all'altro, diventiamo tutti tanti pagliacci?»

If I was not for others what up to then I had believed myself to be to myself, what was I?

Who was I? Was I, I?

Because a character has really a life of his own, marked with his especial characteristics; for which reason he is always "somebody." But a man—I'm not speaking of you now—may very well be "nobody.

Reconoce tal vez, también usted, ahora, que hace un minuto era otro?

What you needed more than anything, for the purposes of ambition, was certainty, was a belief that the rest of being, the entirety of the cosmos, should not be allowed to penetrate and divert you from the cause--the chief and primary cause, which was, clearly, yourself.

I was eventually to become one person, gathered up maybe, during a pause, at a comma.

The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.

First you must believe there is a soul. Do you? If by a soul one means the creature who lives within each of us, a creature born loving, born joyful, but who with each wordly blow shrinks more deeply into its shell until at last, the poor desiccated thing is unrecognizable, even to its own self, yes. I do.

Still, despite the satisfaction of their surface lives, Cora Grovians share in full measure the pain that is the basis of all human misery: the fact that we can never be as important to anyone else as we are to ourselves. There simply is never enough love.

Life was too damned short to constantly push your own desires down and always do what others wanted. On

A Mountain Man in Drag By PM White

I am me and You are You

The first time we spoke, Mr. Ambraysas told me, 'Identity is not negotiable. An identity you have achieved by agreement is always a prison.