Oliver Sacks Quotes

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.

Although he may not be human, it’s good that Messi still thinks he is.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Everyone is the other and no one is himself.

It's easy to forget who you are.

If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am.

What doesn't feel okay to me, what feels a little bit out of balance, is when you want to turn yourself into something else - when you want to be another person.

I think I lost my sense of identity when I was married. I know I did. And it took me a very long time to regain it and find out who I was.

I've never, ever labeled myself.

I don't think anyone is the perfect one to play me.

I don't even know what my voice is to this day.

There's nothing harder than defining oneself.

When you have a lot of people telling you what you are and perceiving you in a certain way, it's difficult to find your own identity.

Who am I, really? I prefer to leave that up to the observer, because I will never finish answering that.

If you start trying to figure out yourself from the image everyone has of you, you run into a dead end.

I couldn't put into a capsule one thing that represents me, I don't think.

What is your identity, and how do you know who you are if you don't have language?

Nobody else can tell you what you are.

I don't even know who I am. All I know is that I am the sibling, daughter, sister, the friend of somebody, and I need to know who I am outside of that.

I know what my identity is.

There's who you think you are and who you want to be, and then who you actually are.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.