Charles Dickens Quotes

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.

You think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.

You can't put your finger on who I am. I can't put my finger on who I am.

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

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

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

I do not know who I am tonight.

So this was what it felt like to lose yourself. Again. To let go of your future and let it rise up and up until finally you couldn't see it anymore, and you knew that you had to start over.

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

We all need that experience of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience and so frightening that we're in this conflicted predicament.

My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!

We are not ourselves anymore, we've lost a little something.

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

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.

You can do terrible things when you don't know who you are.

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.

No one knows what I am and really, I wonder if I do, at the end of the day.

Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don't know who you are.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.