Dallas Willard Quotes

When you get your,'Who am I?', question right, all of your,'What should I do?' questions tend to take care of themselves

Trying to separate myself from my instincts of pessimism and cut out and define what it is that I really do love, what I'm here to be, why I'm here, and what I think is worth being alive for and fighting for. And those things change, but I think that that's something I am always chasing.

The answer to the nature of our existence is somewhere in the middle, and that, of course, is what we're looking for: how to see ourselves in a new picture of ourselves and understand the questions that humans have asked forever, "Who are we, how did we get here, where are we going, and what's the nature of this reality that we're in?"

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

I, at the age of 17 or 18 as a medical student, suddenly came up against a problem: 'What am I? What is the meaning of my existence as I experience it?'

I'm on this search trying to figure out exactly who I am and what I have to say to people.

You spend 20 years doing something and when you're not doing it, it's hard to figure out what it is you're made of. Am I the guitarist in Slipknot and that is it, or do I have more dimensions than that?

A lot of time when you're out injured is spent with internal reflection and kind of looking at yourself in the mirror and deciding who you want to be and where you fit in.

In many ways, I think I'm still forming my ideas about my own identity in this world.

Over the course of your life, you realize more and more who you are and how you want to spend your time. And it became clearer and clearer that I was very unhappy as an actress and didn't feel comfortable in my own skin. When I was younger, I thought it was because I wasn't successful enough.

The human mind has to ask "Who, what, whence, whither, why am I?" And it is very doubtful if the human mind can answer any of these questions.

You are asking yourself, as all of us must: 'Who am I?' . . . 'Where am I?' . . . 'Whence do I go?' The process of enlightenment is usually slow. But, in the end, our seeking always brings a finding. These great mysteries are, after all, enshrined in complete simplicity.

I am the same artist with the same nagging questions I had in my early 20's. What's real and what isn't? How do we tell what's real in our lives? How do we see things as they are? What is my role in life? If the Signature hadn't forced the issue by devoting its season to my plays, I could at least believe I had changed. Really, they're all the same! What is SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION but THE HOUSE OF BLUE LEAVES with money?

Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.

When Levin thought what he was and what he was living for, he could find no answer to the questions and was reduced to despair; but when he left off questioning himself about it, it seemed as though he knew both what he was and what he was living for, acting and living resolutely and without hesitation.

If there's a reason for the way that life is I'd like to find it. After all, who's life is it?

Everybody has to know where they're coming from, what they're doing, why they're doing it, who they are. These are essentials.

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

Sometimes it is painful to be oneself; at other times it seems impossible to escape oneself.

You really have to begin by figuring out what kind of person you are. The tip is to really take a look at yourself.

I don't want to be lofty when I say this, but I don't know what a success is any more. I know how we define it, but that was a moment where I went, "Wait, who am I?" You could feel the business, in particular, kind of go "He's all right, let's go over here." I started to go, "Wait, I know why I love to do this." I think I got off track in why I love to do it.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.