Quotes About Self

to me my face in the mirror looked like a virtual fragment of my self that had been split in two. The self there was the one I hadn't chosen. It wasn't even a physical reflection.

Then back to the stage, and the acting. The bright lights, the rehearsed lines. The applause, the falling curtain. Leaving who one was for a brief time, then returning. But the self that one returned to was never exactly the same as the self that one had left behind.

Without a true self, a person can not go on living. It is like the ground we stand on. Without the ground, we can build nothing.

With my own hands, I had to construct this thing I called 'I' –or, rather, make the things that constituted me.

The most frightening thing in the world is our own self.

I'm safe inside this container called me. With a little click, the outlines of this being—me—fit right inside and are locked neatly away. Just the way I like it. I'm where I belong.

Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed

I think I just don't like names. Basically, I can't see what's wrong with calling me 'me' or you 'you' or us 'us' or them 'them.

That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have for happiness where you find it, and not worry too much about other people. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.

Nakata's empty inside. I finally understand that. Nakata's like a library without a single book. It wasn't always like that. I used to have books inside me. For a long time I couldn't remember, but now I can. I used to be normal, just like everybody else. But something happened and I ended up like a container with nothing inside.

At the same time that 'I' am the content of a relation, 'I' am also that which does the relating.

I am me and not me.

One by one, with my own hands, I had to make this thing I called 'I'-- or, rather, make the things that constituted me.

Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.

Nobody is easier to fool than the person who is convinced that he is right

The mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed—your self.

My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. Inside me is the un-me

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I wake up, but where? I don't just think this, I actually voice the question to myself: Where am I? As if I didn't know: I'm here. In my life. A feature of the world that is my existence.

What season?" I asked. "A delayed adolescence, I guess. When I get up in the morning and see my face in the mirror, it looks like someone else's. If I'm not careful, I might end up left behind.

I don't have a thing,Tengo said, except my soul.

I have to somehow get connected to reality again, he thought, or else I won't be me anymore. I'll become a man who doesn't exist.

They had stolen my memories from me! Nobody had that right. Nobody! My memories belonged to me. Stealing memories was stealing time. I got so mad, I lost all fear. I didn't care what happened. I want to live! I told myself. I will live. I will get out of this insane netherworld and get back my stolen memories back and live. Forget the end of the world, I was ready to reclaim my whole self.

I may have nothing inside me, but what would something be?