Laura Vandervoort Quotes

If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am.

I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.

Standing alone,eager to just believe,it's good enough to be what you really are,but in your heart,uncertainty forever lies,and you'll always be,somewhere on the outside.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

I'm not a woman! Let's make that very clear! Oh I don't know, maybe I am. I am an American woman. Or 65 percent of me is.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

Some days I feel like a girl. Some days I feel like a boy. I don't know which I am.

no one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any

Losing It Some days I think I'm losing my mind. What seems so clear most of the time becomes a big question mark. Am I really the way I percieve myself, or is the person others see the truth of me? I wait for answers, but inside I know I have to go out and find them. And answers like knowledge, are not always where we first look for them.

How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?

Day after day I look in the mirror and I still see something

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.

Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.

Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges?

And identity is funny being yourself is funny as you are never yourself to yourself except as you remember yourself and then of course you do not believe yourself.

Patty knew, in her heart, that he was wrong in his impression of her. And the mistake she went to go on to make, the really big life mistake, was to go along with Walter's version of her in spite of knowing that it wasn't right. He seemed so certain of her goodness that eventually he wore her down.

Sometimes I'm thinkin' I'm Too high to fall Other times I'm thinkin' I'm So low I don't know If I can come up at all

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous, not in the sense of the small-scale ridiculousness of slap-stick comedy, but rather in the sense of ridiculousness that seems intrinsic to human life and that manifests itself in the simplest actions and the most extraordinary gestures.

Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn't change her looks. She'd never be six feet tall. She'd never look like a supermodel.

I don't know who I am, to tell you the truth.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.