Mika Quotes

Who am I? is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered.

In fact, I don't even know myself. That is the big secret of the story. That there is no story.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I. Don Juan Matus

Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha!

I am really puzzled to understand myself.

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

If we fear the unknown then surely we fear ourselves.

It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.

I'm asked all the time in interviews about who I am, and I know a few people my age who have a strong sense of self, but I couldn't say I know myself and sum it up and give it to you in a little package. I don't know myself at all yet.

Who among us is so certain of our identity? Who hasn't been asked, 'What's your background?' and hesitated, even for a split second, to answer their inquisitor. Howard Jacobson's 'The Finkler Question' forces us to ask that of ourselves, and that's why it's a must read, no matter what your background.

I don't think anyone really knows me.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

We are reduced to asking others what we are. We never dare to ask ourselves.

You spend so much time wondering who you are, don't you think? You flounder about, searching for your identity, when most of the time it is plain as the nose on your face. You struggle with questions of purpose and need, and forget that the answers are found mostly inside yourselves.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

I like when people know exactly, have a good sense of themselves, and know exactly what's good for them, I admire that, but I don't have anywhere near that kind of perspective on my own.

Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'

A man who has his initials on his pyjamas must be uncertain of himself. Surely you should know who you are at bed time.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.