Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

We all need that experience of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience and so frightening that we're in this conflicted predicament.

I was unrecognizable to myself; I saw my reflection in a window; I didn't know my own face.

I changed my name when I was 13. I don't know why but it made sense at the time. I wanted another identity. I wanted to reinvent myself.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name.

When did I stop being me?

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

My name, I have spent my whole life trying to make that name mean something. And now it's gone.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.

I changed my name because it didn't fit with the way I saw myself.

I would introduce myself if it were not useless. The name I had last night will not be the same as the name I have tonight. For the moment, then, let me say that I am thinking of Sam Slovoda.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. "What's your name?" "Um..." I don't know why I hesitate. But "Beatrice" just doesn't sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.

All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull and empty life, but he is at least a whole person, not this fragment of a person that I am, too damaged by pain to become anything useful.

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are.

For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man, there are all those questions . . . until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.

When things fall apart in your life, you feel as if your whole world is crumbling. But actually it’s your fixed identity that’s crumbling. And as Chögyam Trungpa used to tell us, that’s cause for celebration.

We choose to forget aspects of ourselves and then we forget that we've forgotten.