Lisa Loeb Quotes

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

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

Where I fit in is confusing to me.

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

Sometimes I feel like a man; sometimes I feel like a child.

Juno MacGuff: I don't know what kind of girl I am.

During those formative times, I really didn't know what was going on, and I was sort of torn in a thousand different directions with how I felt about what I was doing.

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't crazy... I'd go crazy.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

If I think, I am lost.

God knows what lives in me in place of me.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

The more I think of you, the less I think of you.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

I can very much relate to waking up inside of your life and saying to yourself, "How did I get here?"

She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

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.