Natasha Lyonne Quotes

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

I find myself fascinating.

If I can avoid looking at myself, I will. I don't care to examine myself or see much of what I do. I never care how I look.

It's difficult to see yourself up on screen without being a critic.

When I watch myself on TV, it's impossible not to say, 'Is that really what my neck looks like?'

I don't know any people that like watching themselves. I prefer not to.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

No one ever judges their own self.

One is honest about oneself either with a sense of shame or with vanity.

Actors and actresses who say they never go to see their own pictures are talking through their hats. You don't have to be a Freud to know that the most fascinating person in the world - actors or anybody - is yourself.

The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.

This autobiography of mine is a mirror, and I am looking at myself in it all the time. Incidentally I notice the people that pass along at my back - I get glimpses of them in the mirror - and whenever they say or do anything that can help advertise me and flatter me and raise me in my own estimation, I set these things down in my autobiography.

Edith Sitwell's interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too ... Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.

The very act of thinking about power in our lives and experiences creates a process of revelation and self-analysis that may even make us look at ourselves in a new light... thinking about power and its complex manifestations may not simply lead to a better understanding of the abstract complexities of society, but may have an effect on one?s own image and identity. Perhaps a warning label should be placed on the cover.

As one grows older one becomes more critical of oneself and less of other people.

I don't consider myself enigmatic, but I don't spend a lot of time thinking about my public persona.

Whatever one of us blames in another, each one will find in his own heart.

Ultimately, I'm not so sure that, as a person, I'm all that interesting.

Whether it's a relationship or what you're wearing, or how much you weigh and what you said when you didn't mean it, like - it's hard to be totally under the microscope.

I critique myself way harder than anybody else could critique me.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.

I have a tough time judging myself.