Nina Simone Quotes

I know, for a fact, that I'm a very different person on my own than I am with someone else. We are different with each other. These things are constantly adjusted. And that's true of humans. That's not just true of famous people.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

I do think that you can dress yourself out of a problem. The way that a haircut and a new pair of pants can make you feel is better than any therapist, because when you look in the mirror, you see a different person - you are a different person. It's superficial change that can lead to real change.

I do not think I reinvent myself. Wearing my hair differently or changing my style of dress is playing dress-up. I don't take it too seriously.

I consider myself straight, but if I met a guy tomorrow and fell in love with him, would I be brave enough to accept that without having to change the way I look at myself?

We all want to be someone else but without ceasing to be ourselves. I think it's very important to defend this idea in real life too.

I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.

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.

As Devin, the person, I'm very different from my artistic self.

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.

I couldn't remember when I'd stopped willing to be trans and started wanting to be trans. If there were a difference, I'd forgotten it.

I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

I realize that I'm kind of a different person than I thought I was.

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

I have a hard time isolating what it is in myself that makes me so fascinated with the theme of identity, because I came from a normal upper middle-class family. And yet, as I look back at my books, the uses of power, issues of identity, they have - it's recurrent. It happens again and again.

I didn't pay much attention to the whistles and whoops, in fact, I didn't quite hear them. I was full of a strange feeling, as if I were two people. One of them was Norma Jeane from the orphanage who belonged to nobody; the other was someone whose name I didn't know. But I knew where she belonged; she belonged to the ocean and the sky and the whole world.

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

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

I don't think you get many chances to break the mold of who you are.

It's almost like being trapped in some other form. The real me is so different from the way I look on the outside.

I'm trying to find my own version of what makes me feel beautiful.