Mark Fisher Quotes

I felt ashamed of being different and ashamed of feeling that way.

I'm always shocked when I see myself because I don't recognize myself.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

'Different' is such a good word. For me, ever since I was little, I always felt that something was off. And I just didn't have the resources to - I just didn't know what it was.

Being a kid, as all kids do, you feel out of place or like kind of a freak. You wake up feeling like your head got put onto someone else's body that day.

At some point in our lives there's something about every one of us that makes us feel like an outsider, I believe.

I think, for a long time, people just did not know what to do with me. I looked like a Barbie doll, and then I had this voice like I spend my life in a bar, and I said things that were alarming and had ideas that didn't make sense.

I never quite fit in - at least, from my own perspective, you know.

I always felt different in a lot of ways and didn't really know how to express that.

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

I went through it in high school. It's like, 'Who am I? Am I good enough? Is my background good enough? I know I'm different, but do I have a voice?'

My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

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.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

I am a book I neither wrote nor read.

Estranged from the tribe that gives no protection, What happens to the soul that hates its reflection?

When I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree, rebuff me with blank unlikeness.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.

Your nature is not the problem. The problem is that you have become alienated from your nature -- from your power source.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

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

And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?