Peter Sellers Quotes

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

Woman! Do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

I looked into that empty bottle and I saw myself.

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.

Can't get away from your own self.

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.

No matter where you go, you always see yourself in the rearview mirror.

Sometimes it is painful to be oneself; at other times it seems impossible to escape oneself.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

I turned myself to face me, but I've never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

You grow and you change, or at least you think you do, but you're kind of the same.

No matter how I look, the freak inside me leaks out.

In the early 2000s, I was going through a lot. I didn't have my head screwed on right. Where I was at as a man, I was still growing up.

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

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

When I was in my 20s, I thought I knew who I was. And then as soon as I turned 30, I realized that person has bruises and bumps and dark parts. And you kind of go, well, that's it. I'd rather embrace it than force myself to change.

Identity has been such an explosive territory for me... so hard, so painful at times.