A. J. Cook Quotes

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

It is kind of hard to figure out who you are when you've lost your job at age 13, when that was basically how you identified yourself.

Like lots of women who marry young and find themselves mothers by the time they're 25, I felt I no longer had an identity.

Putting somebody else's pants on and pretending to be somebody else is occasionally, as you grow older, horrifying.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.

I’m trying to get away from roles. I used to identify myself strictly in terms of my role, but when your roles fall away, part of you falls with them.

We discover that we do not know our role; we look for a mirror; we want to remove our make-up and take off what is false and real. But somewhere a piece of disguise that we forgot still sticks to us. A trace of exaggeration remains in our eyebrows; we do not notice that the corners of our mouth are bent. And so we walk around, a mockery and a mere half: neither having achieved being nor actors.

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

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 was unrecognizable to myself; I saw my reflection in a window; I didn't know my own face.

What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.

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.

All my life I've felt like somebody's wife, or somebody's mother or somebody's daughter. Even all the time we were together, I never knew who I was. And that's why I had to go away. And in California, I think I found myself.

I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life

When did I stop being me?

I tried to be all intellectual and erudite and with others I'd just swear and curse and be an idiot. And suddenly, when they're all in one space, I don't know who I am.

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

I don't know if you know who you are, until you lose who you are.

When you wear so many hats in society, you never know who you are. That's the beauty of it. Because once you find out who you are, you're screwed.

I don't know where the line is. I don't know how much of myself is in Walter. There's got to be a bit of him there.

My name, I have spent my whole life trying to make that name mean something. And now it's gone.

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

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.