Samuel Beckett Quotes

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.

I think I lost my sense of identity when I was married. I know I did. And it took me a very long time to regain it and find out who I was.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

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

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

I look at my hands and go, 'Hmm...what happened? Whose hands are those? Oh my God, they're mine'

One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are

It's easy to forget who you are.

Like lots of women who marry young and find themselves mothers by the time they're 25, I felt I no longer had an identity.

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.

The woman who made those movies, that's not me. She's someone else.

What I've found at 48 years old is that there's nothing about me that's unique.

I contemplate the idea that maybe I'm an alcoholic. I get this occassionally, the need to define myself as something-or-the-other, and at various times in my life have wondered if I'm a Goth, a homosexul, a Jew, a Catholic or a manic depressive, whether I am adopted, or have a hole in my heart, or possess the ability to move objects with the power of my mind, and have always, most regretfully, come to the conclusion that I'm none of the above. The fact is I'm actually not ANYTHING.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

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.

You get to a certain age, and you feel like you know who you are, and how you fit into the world, and how the world sort of perceives you. And you get pretty set in that. And then things can happen that can turn it upside.

I couldn't say who I am, I haven't the remotest notion of myself; I am someone without antecedents, without a history, without a country, and on that I insist!

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.

I was unrecognizable to myself; I saw my reflection in a window; I didn't know my own face.

I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.