Pablo Neruda Quotes

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

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

I was actually looking for answers where I kept asking myself - what am I doing?

You can have the platinum album. But, you know, when you still feel like you haven't quite found your place in the world, it kind of gives a crazy offset.

I had money, but I still didn't know what to do with my life.

Losing It Some days I think I'm losing my mind. What seems so clear most of the time becomes a big question mark. Am I really the way I percieve myself, or is the person others see the truth of me? I wait for answers, but inside I know I have to go out and find them. And answers like knowledge, are not always where we first look for them.

Once more September marveled that even the Dodo knew what she wanted to be when she was grown. She simply could not think what she herself might do. September expected that destinies, which is how she thought of professions, simply landed upon one like a crown, and ever after no one questioned or fretted over it, being sure of one’s own use in the world. It was only that somehow her crown had not yet appeared. She did hope it would hurry up.

Trying to separate myself from my instincts of pessimism and cut out and define what it is that I really do love, what I'm here to be, why I'm here, and what I think is worth being alive for and fighting for. And those things change, but I think that that's something I am always chasing.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

Who am I? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted?

What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

Earlier in my career, I was really tight, really together, and knew who I was and I was confident. I kind of feel in between now.

If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am.

I think that half of us feel fraudulent in our lives anyway. There's that strange disconnect of not really knowing what we're doing sometimes, or why it matters. It's our existential crisis.

Bob Marley isn't my name. I don't even know my name yet.

Not sure of my place in the world (still up for debate) and not sure what I wanted to do with my life (not really up for debate).

I know it sounds pathetic, but I don't know who I am.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

When I finished touring 'Fur and Gold,' I was just like, 'What am I doing? What do I have? Where is my home?' I didn't really know where it was, so I went to New York to try and make it there.

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 don't know what I am. And it's not important.

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

Sometimes I feel 15; other times, I feel fully grown and mature and handling all my business. It can waver from day to day, hour to hour.

For a while now I've had this feeling that there's something that I'm supposed to be doing or something that I'm supposed to contribute. I don't know what that is yet, but it's been plaguing me - like I've missed my calling somehow.