Vaclav Havel Quotes

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

Modern man has both feet firmly planted in mid-air

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it.

Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

You described the feeling you’d always had of being misplaced, of always standing to one side of yourself, of watching yourself in the world even as you were being in the world, and wondering if this was how everyone felt. That you always believed that other people had a clearer idea of what they were doing, and didn’t worry quite so much about why.

It's an abnormal world I live in. I don't belong anywhere. It's like I'm floating down the middle. I'm never quite sure where I am.

There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don't know how to read.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

My brain and this world don't fit each other; and there's an end of it.

I don't know what 'home' or 'abroad' is any more.

I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.

Being a kid, as all kids do, you feel out of place or like kind of a freak. You wake up feeling like your head got put onto someone else's body that day.

I just feel very often like a child in an absolutely weird world. I think that life is quite weird sometimes.

To live is to feel oneself lost.

Most of the time, I'm a little bewildered or sort of feel out of place.

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

The world comes to us in an endless stream of puzzle pieces that we would like to think all fit together somehow, but that in fact never do.