Kate Chopin Quotes

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.

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

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

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

Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.

To me, self-description is a calamity.

It's hard for me to talk about Dom right now because I am Dom right now. So it's a really strange exercise to try to reflect on something that I am at the moment. But I guarantee you that when I'm done with the movie and you ask me that question, I'll be able to give you something insightful.

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

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

I don't find myself intriguing.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

We're not the best about knowing what's the most interesting about ourselves.

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.

People seem to know more about me than I do.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

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

Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

Identity issues are hardwired into the way I think about character - it's almost as if I can't get away from them even if I want to.

I think this is what college is all about: self-examination and dealing with those questions of "Who am I?"

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

I think that's foolishness on the part of the playwright to write about himself. People don't know anything about themselves.

I don't think of myself as an evil monster and I hope I'm not.