Innocent III Quotes

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

Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.

I know it sounds pathetic, but I don't know who I am.

I could easily not be the person that people know.

I don't play many characters like myself. Oh I don't know what I am!

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.

In a sense, I am achieving what I set out to do - to devote myself to Stephen, to give him the chance of fulfilling his genius. But what have I become in the process? Who am I? What is there left of me? I am beginning to doubt my own identity.

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

I think I spent a lot of my mid-twenties thinking it was a problem of my onstage persona. But, actually, it was my actual personality. I was still working out what kind of person I was.

A lot of women want to be married and have kids one day, but before we get there, it's so important to establish who you are, find yourself, and live in that for a minute before you become somebody's wife and mother.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

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

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

So many people go through life, and they never deal with their own issues, no matter what the issues are - ours happen to be gender identity. But, how many people go through life and just waste an entire life 'cause they'd never deal with themselves to be who they are.

My problem was I let myself become known before I knew myself.

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.

I look back at old photographs and videotapes, and I go, Who was I trying to be? Who was I doing this for?

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

Often we lose our identity trying to please or placate others.

I fight for other people better than I fight for myself.

That's the trouble with wishing you were somebody else. As much as you may want it, you know it'll never happen, at least not in this lifetime.

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?'

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

I don't know what else I would be if I wasn't me. I am not looking from the outside, looking back. I am who I am.

They who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves.