Melissa Marr Quotes

I reached a point in my life where I didn't really like who I was.I was married to an amazing woman. I had children, and yet there was frustration.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.

I've had the longest mid-life crisis ever.

I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.

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.

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

I don't know how happy I was when I met Sting. I always had this difficulty of not really knowing who I was.

I may be the wrong person for my life.

...a disgruntled reflection on my own life as a sort of desperate improvisation in which I was constantly trying to make something coherent from conflicting elements to fit rapidly changing settings.

During those formative times, I really didn't know what was going on, and I was sort of torn in a thousand different directions with how I felt about what I was doing.

I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it’s not me.

First I was 'angry,' then 'spiritual.' Now I don't know what I am.

I do not know who I am tonight.

God knows what lives in me in place of me.

As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.

Perhaps I'm hiding from myself. Perhaps I don't want to be what I'm supposed to be. Or perhaps I don't want to keep living the life I already started to live.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.

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

Selling my soul would be a lot easier if I could just find it.