Fabio Capello Quotes

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

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

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

I used to be somebody. Now I’m somebody else.

That's all I want, to keep losing myself.

I look at that person and I'm like, That's not Kelli White. That's not who I am, who I started out to be.

I had looked forward to the day I would cut my hair because I wanted to change my style when I couldn't before. When the day came to actually cut my hair, however, I felt so empty my eyes teared up on their own.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

So this was what it felt like to lose yourself. Again. To let go of your future and let it rise up and up until finally you couldn't see it anymore, and you knew that you had to start over.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

I didn't pay much attention to the whistles and whoops, in fact, I didn't quite hear them. I was full of a strange feeling, as if I were two people. One of them was Norma Jeane from the orphanage who belonged to nobody; the other was someone whose name I didn't know. But I knew where she belonged; she belonged to the ocean and the sky and the whole world.

We all need that experience of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience and so frightening that we're in this conflicted predicament.

Behind my work was ambition, behind my love was personality, behind my purity was fear, behind my guidance the thirst for power. Now they are vanishing and I drift. I come, Mother, I come, in Thy warm bosom, floating wheresoever Thou takest me, in the voiceless, in the strange, in the wonderland, I come - a spectator, no more an actor.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

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

Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.

There are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I save this thought for when I feel the darkest discontent. I never meant to depend so much on someone else.

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.

I wanted to be taken out of myself.