Quotes About Self

I'm not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It's the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night.

As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am.

My heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.

Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me...

I have often fought, fought & won, not perfection, but an acceptance of myself as having a right to live on my own human, fallible terms.

A feeling of tenderness filled my heart. My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.

Being mythological does wonders for one's ego.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

I am I because of that.

I will be a little god in my small way.

Maybe forgetfullness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape.

Privilegiul de a fi oricine îÈ™i arat? È™i cealalt? fa?? - a presiunii de a fi ca toat? lumea È™i prin urmare - nimeni.

You're still vulnerable, because you still don't have faith in yourself, you talk a little fliply, a little too wisely, just to cover up so you won't be accused of sentimentality or emotionalism or feminine tactics.

I Have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, With her lion-red body, her wings of glass? Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her— The mausoleum, the wax house. --from Stings, written 6 October 1962

I am furious with myself. My disguises no longer protect me.

And thou, there has always furthermore in addition inescapably and forever got to be a Thou. Otherwise there is no i because i am what other people interpret me as being and am nothing if there were no people.

My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. She would be called Elaine. Elaine. I counted the letters on my fingers. There were six letters in Esther, too. It seemed a lucky thing.

Era como se o que eu quisesse matar não estivesse naquela pele ou no leve pulsar azul sob o meu dedão, mas em outro lugar mais profundo e secreto, bem mais difícil de alcançar.

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

Los latidos de mi corazón retumbaban como un pesado motor en mis oídos Yo soy Yo soy Yo soy.

Inspiré profundamente y escuché el antiguo estribillo de mi corazón. Yo soy Yo soy Yo soy.

Tudom – mondta csöndesen Tracy –, de mégis meg fogsz változni, akár akarod, akár nem. Semmi nem marad ugyanaz. Semmi, gondolta Millicent. Milyen rémes is lenne, ha az ember sosem változna… ha az élete végéig az a néhány évvel korábbi, unalmas és szégyenlÅ's Millicent maradna. Szerencsére azonban az ember mindig változik, fejlÅ'dik, halad. (Beavatás)

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...