Leonardo DiCaprio Quotes

No sooner do we think we have assembled a comfortable life than we find a piece of ourselves that has no place to fit in.

I often feel that when people have affairs, it has more to do with something they're searching for in themselves than anything else.

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.

I spent so many years trying to become an actor, trying to be a person that I wasn't.

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

All the time we wondered and wondered, who is this person coming/growing/turning/floating/swimming deep, deep inside.

As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

Once, when I was younger, I thought I could be someone else. I'd move to Casablanca, open a bar, and I'd meet Ingrid Bergman. Or more realistically - whether actually more realistic or not - I'd tune in on a better life, something more suited to my true self. Toward that end, I had to undergo training. I read The Greening of America, and I saw Easy Rider three times. But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn't anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.

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

I just tried everything out - I mean, everything. Even my sexual orientation; I was just searching for what I really wanted. And I didn't quite know.

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 am not myself; I am the potential of myself.

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?

I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees. I ran and I ran, I was looking for me.

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.

He wanted to be loved for being just what he was. In this community of Yskalnari there was harmony, but no love. He no longer wanted to be the greatest, strongest or cleverest. He had left all that far behind. He longed to be loved just as he was, good or bad, handsome or ugly, clever or stupid, with all his faults - or possibly because of them. But what was he actually? He no longer knew. So much have been given to him in Fantastica, and now, among all these gifts and powers, he could no longer find himself.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

It takes tenacity and daring to travel the darkest interior of one's self.

Before we can realize who we really are, we must become conscious of the fact that the person we think we are, here and now, is at best an impostor and a stranger.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.