Vaclav Havel Quotes

I'm in search of myself - have you seen me anywhere?

Sometimes you think the whole world is falling, and it's only yourself that's leaning.

Everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

Everybody is always in the middle of their own opera.

I'm a different girl almost every time I look in the mirror.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Uncertainty is a personal matter; it is not the uncertainty but your uncertainty.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

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.

I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.

She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.

Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.

Certainly, if he still has himself, a man of understanding has lost nothing.

Where you are is not who you are

I don't know if you know who you are, until you lose who you are.

…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had.

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

The most important opinion you'll ever have is the one you hold of yourself.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.