Amanda Harlech Quotes

I have opinions of my own, strong opinions, but I don't always agree with them.

We are sometimes as different from ourselves as we are from others.

I'm not a perfectionist. I'm just very observant.

I see myself out of my own eyes, which means I have no idea what's going on the other way around. I just think I try to be a good person - and I fail.

I have a perfectionist mentality; I want things to be right. But I've had a little duel over the years with that mentality. Because it can inhibit you.

I am not as bad as people would suggest. Not as good as I would like to be.

I've learned how my own perfectionism can cripple me.

I've seen pictures of me, and I look mean and arrogant. That's how I felt on the inside. I think now, 'Is that really me?'

I'm ultimately a perfectionist who doesn't believe in perfection.

Everybody goes home at the end of the day and looks at themselves in the mirror and sometimes they see things that they want to see that they like, and sometimes they see some things that they don't like.

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.

I wouldn't like me, if I had to be around me.

The reason I say I'm a horrible person is I don't want myself to be presented as somebody who's a great Catholic.

We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.

I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.

As far as looking at myself on screen, I tend to pick out every single flaw that I could have or should have done better. I'm more of a cringer at first and when it is years down the road and out of my way, I can actually appreciate it somehow.

We all have a lifelong habit of inferiority to our full self..."

A very important thing is not to make up your mind that you are any one thing.

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

I'm going to pull myself together for a while and think-try to determine what character of a woman I am; for, candidly, I don't know. By all the codes which I am acquainted with, I am a devilishly wicked specimen of the sex. But some way I can't convince myself that I am. I must think about it.

The name, his true name, was weaker and more flawed than he would have liked, and he hated himself for that, but there was also much to admire within it, and the more he thought about it, the more he was able to accept the true nature of his self. He was not the best person in the world, but neither was he the worst.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

Man is by definition the first and primary weed. Weeds are not the other. Weeds are us.

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.