Jim Gaffigan Quotes

I may be the wrong person for my life.

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

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

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

There was a period when I had a hard time reconciling all the different parts of me in a way that I thought would make sense to others.

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.

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

I was in the middle of a crossroads, which is a nice way of saying crisis, physically, emotionally and spiritually. You know the physical part. We just talked about it.

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.

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

By 30, I was separated from my husband, and I clearly remember sitting in my lovely office with a magnificent view, staring at a very lucrative pay stub, and bursting into tears because I was just miserable. So I had to make a decision: Keep following my plan, or be honest with myself and search for my true passion.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

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

'My Struggle' came from a place of questioning and feelings of inauthenticity and frustration, and almost all of that is gone.

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 did a lot of struggling with my identity trying to figure out who the heck I was. I had to face my demons.

Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.

Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it.

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 am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

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.

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.