Adam Rex Quotes

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

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.

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

The life I was leading was changing me into someone I didn't even know.

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 don't even recognize myself sometimes.

I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.

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

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

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

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.

The deepest form of despair is to choose to be another than himself.

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.

When did I stop being me?

In fact, I don't even know myself. That is the big secret of the story. That there is no story.

If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

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.

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

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

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?

Your fate is to be yourself, both punishment and crime.

Sometimes I try to lose my identity, and I can't get rid of it!

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