Irene Dunne Quotes

Very often at the end of 'The Sopranos' you get the feeling that its not under control, you should be very worried, and life is kind of really, really messed up at lot of times. It leaves you feeling very disconcerted. That was kind of the point of it.

I feel like I can be six different people in one day sometimes. Which is fun but also really strange in my own brain.

Worry divides the mind.

My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

Stress is caused by being here but wanting to be there, or being in the present but wanting to be in the future. It's a split that tears you apart inside.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

Sometimes I feel like I have a dozen different people inside of me. I've always been that way, and I've always written stuff down.

Every orientation presupposes a disorientation.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

I wake up every morning in a cold sweat, regardless of how well things went the day before. And put that I said that in a somewhat but not completely tongue-in-cheek way.

I'm sure I'm a schizophrenic. The problem is I can't tell the difference between which one's which, which one is the real me.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

But each time I seemed to be climbing into a roller coaster and finding myself coming through the downhill run with that sort of dazed feeling that we all know.

I don't feel like a 40-year-old. I feel more like four 10-year-olds, each pulling in a different direction.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

I can't watch my first audition because it makes me too upset. I just think it is really sad. I look at myself and don't recognize myself. I do think fame and fortune changes people.