Colin Firth Quotes

I am always with myself, and it is I who am my tormentor.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead - and that one was myself.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

A man's conflicts represent what he 'really' is.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

One thing I learned about that I always knew about myself - that I always been afraid of myself.

I don't know how happy I was when I met Sting. I always had this difficulty of not really knowing who I was.

Can't get away from your own self.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

People are running, running, but there is no place in the world to which they can flee to escape themselves. Ultimately, each one must face himself.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

My toughest enemy is in the mirror - would you look at that.

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?

When I woke the next morning in my room at White's Motel, I showered and stood naked in front of the mirror, watching myself solemnly brush my teeth. I tried to feel something like excitement but came up only with a morose unease. Every now and then I could see myself-truly see myself-and a sentence would come to me, thundering like a god into my head, and as I saw myself then in front of that tarnished mirror what came was 'the woman with the hole in her heart'. That was me.

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.

I am really driven, but my drive doesn't effect the conversations I have in my head about life, and my worries and fears and insecurities.