Ben Harper Quotes

your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.

No man knows himself as an original.

My interest lies in my self-expression - what's inside of me - not what I'm in.

Everybody has their own way of tapping into their realness.

In the end I'm the only one who knows me.

Sometimes, I am also identified as a civil rights leader or a human rights activist. I would also like to be thought of as a complex, three-dimensional, flesh-and-blood human being with a rich storehouse of experiences, much like everyone else, yet unique in my own way, much like everyone else.

My state of being is just unique.

It's tough to say what separates me from everyone else. I guess it's one of the things that the audience feels as soon as the spotlight hits me. All I can say is that I'm being as true to myself the best way I can.

I'm grateful for my own head and for all the weird things in it.

I agree that I am different from others. I am not trying to fit in someone else's shoes. I am being honest to myself.

The only thing a man knows is himself.

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

Don’t think I’m going off to find myself though. I already know who I am.

I know I'm different, but I don't think about it.

You cannot be known Better than I know you.

I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. People know themselves much better than you do. That's why it's important to stop expecting them to be something other than who they are

I'm definitely different and I know that.

Over and above the various prejudices I acknowledge, the affinities I feel, the attractions I succumb to, the events which occur to me and to me alone- over and above a sum of movements I am conscious of making, of emotions I alone experience- I strive, in relation to other men, to discover the nature, if not the necessity, of my difference from them. Is it not precisely to the degree I become conscious of this difference that I shall recognize what I alone have been put on this earth to do, what unique message I alone may bear, so that I alone can answer for its fate?

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

We are not what other people say we are. We are who we know ourselves to be, and we are what we love. That's okay.

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was known by my actions and words, that my internal universe was unavailable for inspection by others. They didn't know. They didn't know, because I never told them.

She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.

If I could know me, I could know the universe.