Lykke Li Quotes

Who you are vs. who you wish you were: Who wins?

There's a constant struggle between my ears about who I am and what I mean to the world.

When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.

Am I a 'woman of action'? I don't think of myself that way.

I'm worried about looking like a bad person when, in fact, I try to be a good person. I don't like the public image that I've been dressed with and it worries me.

You get tangled up in your own ego of how you're perceived. You can lose your way.

I often don't feel like the person I look like.

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

I'll be me, but I don't like it.

I always wanted to be an actress. And it wasn't ego. I felt so little about myself, considered myself such a sparrow. Not just my size. I thought I was so plain... I did plays not to show off but because if I did that - I didn't realize it at the time - I would be somebody other than this person I didn't really approve of.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

It's hard to articulate how I think about myself as a public figure.

The fundamental thing about my personality is that I think I'm an imposter.

Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn't change her looks. She'd never be six feet tall. She'd never look like a supermodel.

It’s hard to accept yourself as someone you don’t desire / As someone you don’t want to be.

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.

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

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.

I know myself a Man-- Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.

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

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.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.

Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!

I fantasize and idealize myself as Bugs Bunny, but I know deep down I'm Daffy Duck.

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.