Daniel Mays Quotes

I don't have children, and I am not sure if I have wanted them or never wanted them. It's weird not to be able to decide.

Middle Age is that perplexing time of life when we hear two voices calling us, one saying, 'Why not?' and the other, 'Why bother?'

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

I didn't know how to be a father.

I look at old pictures of me... and I don't feel like I'm that guy anymore, but then I look at pictures of me now, and I'm not quite sure I'm this guy.

I don't even know what progressive is anymore, to be honest!

Some days I think I would definitely like to move abroad but then, other days, I think I don't fancy it at all.

There is no shame is being ambivalent about almost everything in your life.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

What are we doing here, that is the question.

Was it someone else? Was it not you yourself?

Knowing who you are is good for one generation only. You haven't the foggiest idea where you stand now or who you are

And who knows which is which and who is who.

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

Are you who I think you are?

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong, and who the good guys are, and who the bad guys are. Then the world got very gray, and I didn't know anything for a long time

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

And I suddenly think, as I look across the table at him, that these are the days as they will be. This is the future as we see it. The swerve and the static. The confidence and the doubt.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

I'm not sure I know what "normal" is.