Quotes About Self

I don't care what you think as long as it's about me.

And wherever I go, and no matter how hard I try, I will never be free of this hateful thing I call my 'Self'. One can never take a holiday from oneself. That is the tragedy of individuals and nations.

Your identity is like your shadow: not always visible and yet always present.

I am not all she devil. A she devil has no memory of the past - she is born afresh every morning. She deals with the feelings of today, not yesterday, and she is free. There is a little bit of me left, still woman.

Guess you play the part of God long enough, you begin to believe your own method acting.

All evil, all injustice, all harm that one does to someone else—in sum, all deviation from man's normative nature—in a much more fundamental way and in a far more ultimate sense one does to oneself, and not just metaphorically but literally.

Even if I set out to make a film about a fillet of sole, it would be about me.

Pero yo ya no soy yo, ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Your looks fall apart like tendrils of light. Night on earth. - The Great Sadness

YaÅŸar?z Büyük bir aynan?n alt?nda Ä°nsan mavidir!

As I lose myself in the heart of certain children, I have lost myself in the sea many times. Ignorant of the water I go seeking a death full of light to consume me. — Federico García Lorca, from "Gacela De La Huida (Garcela Of The Flight)," The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca . Trans. Stephen Spender and J. L. Gili. (New Directions; unknown edition May 17, 2005) Originally published December 3rd 1915.

Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.

Méfie-toi : celui qui se montre, c'est qu'il a envie de se faire voir, donc de se cacher. (p. 21)

Nunca somos lo que fuimos ayer, doctor, nunca seremos mañana los mismos de hoy... Y la vida se nos escapa imitándonos a nosotros mismos y tratando, como Kafka, de solucionar el enigma de nuestra propia identidad.

Llámate cuerpo a secas, no te esmeres en ser de otras palabras el reflejo, la oscura huella, su inasible sombra. Quédate cuerpo a solas y no esperes ser otra cosa que el desnudo espejo de la sola palabra que te nombra.

Llámate cuerpo a secas, no te esmeres en ser de otras palabras el reflejo, la oscura huella, su inasible sombra.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

A machete, con los que trajeron del campo cuando llegaron huyendo dizque "de la violencia" y fundaron estas comunas sobre terrenos ajenos, robándoselos, como barrios piratas o de invasión. De "la violencia"... ¡Mentira! La violencia eran ellos. Ellos la trajeron, conlos machetes. De lo que venían huyendo era de sí mismos.

Mi vida ha sido siempre una repetida historia: me la paso liberándome de mitos, de gentes y de cosas; ahora me libero de mí mismo.

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.

In yourself right now is all the place you've got.

But now that I am in love with a place which doesn't care how I look, or if I'm happy, happy is how I look

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up