Henry Rollins Quotes

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

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

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I don't know how happy I was when I met Sting. I always had this difficulty of not really knowing who I was.

The more I go into I, the more I fall out of I.

Even a monotonously undeviating path of self-examination does not necessarily lead to self-knowledge. I stumble towards my grave confused and hurt and hungry.

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.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

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

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

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

We may listen to our inner self-and still not know which ocean we hear roaring.

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.

My songs are about not knowing who to be and not knowing how to act.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.