Marya Hornbacher Quotes

I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

You described the feeling you’d always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn’t worry quite so much about why.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

I do not know who I am tonight.

You all right, man?' This should be my name. I could be like a super hero: You All Right Man. Ah...' I stumble. Don't bug Craig,' Ronny is like. 'He's in the Craig zone. He's Craig-ing out.

I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.

Am I lost or just less found?

I can very much relate to waking up inside of your life and saying to yourself, "How did I get here?"

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world?

I look at my hands and go, 'Hmm...what happened? Whose hands are those? Oh my God, they're mine'

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

I almost do not exist now and I know it; God knows what lives in me in place of me.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.