Lauren DeStefano Quotes

I have a pretty good grip on who I am.

Never forget who you are, little star.

Your face may be gone, but you know who you are.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

All you need to do is know who you are.

Me, myself and I. That's all I got in the end.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

When you know who you are and what you stand for, you stand in wisdom.

I mean one of the things about being alone is that you've no people to define yourself off, I mean, people are like all-round mirrors, because let's face it, we don't often see ourselves all round in a mirror anyway, do we.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

It's so much easier to know who you are when there aren't a thousand people telling you who they think you are.

If you go deeper and deeper into your own heart, you'll be living in a world with less fear, isolation and loneliness.

I know who I am and what I do.

Our pain is a part of who we authentically are.

I have no doubt who I am.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

You can feel I am whatever you want to feel I am. God knows who I am, and I know who I am.

Ego is to the true self what a flashlight is to a spotlight.

Figure out who you are.

I've always been very conscious of who I am.

Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: 'Who am I?'

No one will ever feel sorry for me.

People tell me there are a lot of guys like me, which doesn't explain why I'm lonely.