The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
For he who loses all often easily loses himself.
I don't expect everybody to like me. If you try to please everybody, by changing your position and your personality, every time you do that you lose a little bit of yourself.
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.
She is well practiced in the art of losing herself.
If a man has lost a leg or an eye, he knows he has lost a leg or an eye; but if he has lost a self - himself - he cannot know it, because he is no longer there to know it.
To venture causes anxiety. Not to venture is to lose oneself.
I don't know how to not become every person I walk by.
We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.
Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don't find themselves at all.
People have a wild response to something, and they want it. Sometimes people lose themselves.
Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.
You lose yourself when you first become a mum. It's easy to let yourself go.
Two halves don't make a whole. Two wholes make a whole. In my relationship, I was giving myself away to make the relationship better, but in actuality, wasn't doing better by doing that. I became less of a man.
I had to make some drastic choices to avoid losing myself.
When the artist finds himself he is lost. The fact that he has succeeded in never finding himself is regarded by Max Ernst as his only lasting achievement.
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.
I think one of the reasons that I like fiction versus nonfiction is that I myself can kind of disappear from the story.
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 felt this during the first few months of my motherhood. You lose who you are - you lose your identity - because when your baby comes, you give, give, give, and no one gives back, and you just wonder, 'Who am I?' 'What am I?' 'How do I live life now?' It's all for this baby.
If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.
To be ourselves causes us to be exiled by many others, and yet to comply with what others want causes us to be exiled from ourselves.
I used to be somebody. Now I’m somebody else.
Through the eclipse of large areas of the self, by repression and inhibition as well as by idealization and externalization, the individual loses sight of himself; he feels, if he does not actually become, like a shadow without weight and substance.
I didn't lose my mind, it was mine to give away
