Iman Quotes

They all knew my name, but no one heard the music - I didn't look the same.

People don't really know me at all.

Everyone thinks I'm ethereal. But I'm not like that, you know. I'm not ethereal. Well, I might have a little bit of that quality to me, that 'old soul' thing, but I'm not ethereal.

No one knows me with dark hair.

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms.

When I had dark hair I definitely felt that I was more anonymous.

It is your work to clear away the mass of encumbering material of thoughts, so that you may bring into plain view the precious thing at the center of the mass.

For a number of years in England nobody had any idea what I looked like.

I've always felt unclaimed.

Cool is just something we've never been.

You're not a combination of all your labels. You just are.

'Last Man' is different from anything I've ever seen or done.

I can literally walk around at our own shows, and nobody recognizes me.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

A self is a frightening thing to waste, it's the lens through which one's whole life is viewed, and few people are willing to part with it, in death, or even imaginatively, in art.

It is 'where we are' that should make all the difference, whether we believe we belong there or not.

The self is known to every one but not clearly. You always exist.

myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

I find it impossible to experience either pride or shame over accidents of genetics in which I had no active part. I'm not necessarily proud to be female. I am not even proud to be human — I only love to be so.

Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the same person. We are not our bodies; we are our thoughts. As they form, they define who we are, and create the reality of our existence.

The fact is I think I am a verb instead of a personal pronoun. A verb is anything that signifies to be; to do; or to suffer. I signify all three.