Joseph Campbell Quotes

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are.

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.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

A man's conflicts represent what he 'really' is.

My first four books, from 'Fight Club' to 'Choke,' dealt with personal identity issues. The crises the narrators found themselves in were generated by themselves.

Starting with the lyrics, 'Only scared of myself and the truth in the stars/I'm a king, I'm the dirt, God within me shine,' the first half of '6 Weeks' delves into my attempts to balance the notion that I have an existential purpose with the realization that I am nothing against the vastness of the universe.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

These are the only two situations possible, and you are in the sad situation. Everybody may know about you - who you are - but you yourself are completely oblivious of your transcendence, of your real nature, of your authentic being. This is the only sadness in life. You can find many excuses, but the real sadness is this: you don't know who you are. How can a person be happy not knowing who he is, not knowing from where he comes, not knowing where he is going? A thousand and one problems arise because of this basic self-ignorance.

Without a sense of identity, there can be no real struggle.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

The deepest form of despair is to choose to be another than himself.

How can I know who I am when I am all this?

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.

The man who lives in division is living in death. He cannot find himself because he is lost; he has ceased to be a reality. The person he believes himself to be is a bad dream.

I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!

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

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-