Paul Valery Quotes

The trouble is, I just don't know if I'm too human or not human enough.

When I wasn't working I didn't know what to do with myself and sort of didn't exist, in a way, when I wasn't working, so I was like two different people. I am not like that anymore.

Nothing is stranger to man than his own image.

I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.

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 can't stand outside myself and be anybody else.

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

I think Zippy is part of me, but I'm not Zippy.

I am a very honest person, and I can only say there are moments in my life where I really did think I was being me in the sense of my morals and beliefs and the way I acted. But when I look back at certain things that I wore and my hair and make-up, I was like, 'Whoa! That wasn't me!' But I didn't know it back then.

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

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

I feel like a mirror reflecting back everyone's perception of me.

I'm always shocked when I see myself because I don't recognize myself.

Man is lost and is wandering in a jungle where real values have no meaning. Real values can have meaning to man only when he steps on to the spiritual path, a path where negative emotions have no use.

Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.

I had a series of mini-breakdowns where the public persona - this thing, this face, this person who writes this music... I would walk past that person in the mirror or listen to that person playing guitar and I didn't know who they were.

I don't know what I am. And it's not important.

I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned.

I could easily not be the person that people know.

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

For all my education, accomplishments, and so called 'wisdom'... I can't fathom my own heart.

I proved to my own satisfaction that I am madder than I think.

I look at that person and I'm like, That's not Kelli White. That's not who I am, who I started out to be.

I don't even know what my voice is to this day.

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